Romans & histoires Pregnancy Trope Books

They are only here to wait for his money. Naomi’s POV The air in Saint-Valery was getting warmer. Spring was coming. I stood in front of the small mirror in my tiny apartment. I wasn't Sarah anymore, but I wasn't Naomi Ashford either. I was just... me. I lifted my loose shirt and looked at my belly. It wasn't flat anymore. It was a clear, round bump. I was nearly five months pregnant now. My baby was growing, oblivious to the fact that his father was a broken king in a hospital far away.

It seemed like everyone knew I wasn't in the mood to be bothered, so she peeks her head in before walking over to hand me a book. "What To Expect, When You Are Expecting," was the title of the book. I smile brightly and she bows before exiting. It said it was the #4 best selling pregnancy book so I began reading it right away while enjoying my taco. ************* Bahm "They called her a fúcking whore Bahm!" "I know Kris, you said that part already." "What was I suppose to do Bahm? Do you really think I handled it wrong too!"

Shane: “Don’t all women have the same pregnancy when carrying a child or, in my case, multiples?” Author: “Not all pregnancies are the same. Oh my goodness, will just pick up a pregnancy book while you’re at the store.” Shane: “Okay, I will pick up a pregnancy book. “You are a very stern author.” Author: “Of course I am stern.” I am trying to give you guys a happy ending here.” Could you just work with me a bit?”

He quickly shut his mouth. He stood up and wandered around to digest. Noticing Gregory holding a book, he leaned in curiously. "What are you reading so seriously?" When he read the title of the book, he froze, completely speechless. "What is it that's got your jaw hitting the floor?" Adrian also wheeled over and raised an eyebrow when he saw the title—"Accompanying My Wife Through Pregnancy." Beside Gregory's hand were several other books that were bookmarked—"Complete Pregnancy Guide," "Weekly Recipe for Pregnant Women," and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding."

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.

I gasped for air, but the pain in my abdomen kept sinking deeper and deeper. I had taken prenatal classes with Jeremiah. I knew what was happening. The trauma had triggered early labor. Although I knew the chances of saving the baby were slim, I couldn't give up hope. I begged Ethan again. "I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please, spare me and the baby. I'm going into labor. Please call an ambulance. I'm begging you…" Ethan spat at me. "Even now, you're still thinking about that child? You clearly haven't learned a lesson! There's no way I'm letting that child leave the Moore residence alive!"

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

CHAPTER TWENTY ARIA'S POV Pregnant. I stared at the ceiling tiles above me, counting the small dotted holes in one panel like it might somehow make the word rearrange itself into something that made sense. My periods had never been regular. Not once, not since I was fourteen. I'd stopped tracking them years ago because there was never a pattern worth tracking, which meant some careless, arrogant part of me had genuinely believed I was exempt from this. Immune. That whatever happened between me and a stranger in a locked room didn't come with real consequences, not for a body that barely followed its own rules to begin with.

Pregnant. With Louis’s baby. I stumbled out of the clinic, barely feeling my feet against the pavement. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. Louis was marrying Vivienne. He had already made his choice. And now… now I was carrying his child. I thought of the Monte family,their ruthless world, their cold, calculated decisions. My child would never be anything more than a pawn to them. A mistake. Tears burned my eyes as I pressed a hand over my stomach.