Pregnant Belly Rumble Novels & Stories

Reuben appears swiftly from the other side of the marquee as Pierce’s hands touch my round firm pregnant belly. “It’s fine Reuben…The baby just moved…” Another movement cuts me off from talking this time, the baby was kicking out at my ribs, the sensation making me feel slightly nauseous. Pierce had naturally touched my stomach out of concern forgetting that touching another male’s pregnant female was a big no no in our community. Reuben’s hormones were super charged in preparation for the arrival of this baby, readying to defend me and his pup as I am currently at my weakest. I loud gasp escapes me as something gushes from under me, and it is only when I look down that I see Pierce’s tanned

Emily’s voice boomed through the room. As she continued to yell, a sharp pain sliced through her abdomen like a dagger, cutting through the haze of her anger and piercing her with a sense of unease. Her hand instinctively moved to cradle her swollen belly, her heart hammering in her chest as a wave of panic washed over her, and the fear of something being wrong with her unborn child tightened its grip around her heart.

Emmett asks, as Isabella bounces in one place. “Someone has the hiccups” Stacey replies, as she takes another measurement. “They drink some of amniotic fluid and get hiccups. It’s quite common and you will be able to tell when it happens. You will feel a little pulse like motion in your stomach as she gets bigger.” Hearing Isabella having hiccups; Simone starts to laugh with Stacey. “Everything is progressing as normal” Stacey states, turning on the sound of the portable ultrasound to listen to the heartbeat. “And heartbeat is strong.”

And little by little, horror began to appear on her face, while tears began to appear in her pretty eyes. She ducked just in time to vomit and in horror I took a few steps back to avoid the splash of vomit. Then as if she had entered a trance, she began to murmur imperceptible words. While letting his body slide along the wall.. - Um.... are you okay? I ask, leaning forward. But it was as if I didn't exist, she took a small book out of her pocket and held it against her, while rocking forward. It was a bible.

After hour of waiting The doctor called me Congratulations madam,you are one month gone He said and I became confused I don't understand I said I mean you are one month pregnant He repeated and his words keep on ringing in my ears Am having a tiny being inside me Am pregnant with my baby And I don't know the father I said in my mind crying If you don't want the baby we can easily abort it The doctor said You must be mad doc,you want me to abort my child,my little baby God forbid I said and ran out of the hospital to cry my eyes out I arrived at home and saw my aunt back She walked to me and look at me strangling What are you hiding She asked Nothing aunt I said trying to hide the pregnancy p

She claimed the scent of fresh flowers helped with fetal movement. She even had Stephanie Parker from the cubicle next to mine, who majored in foreign languages, sing foreign songs to her belly. She called it 'starting language lessons before the baby was even born.' It was just a pregnancy, but I could not shake the feeling that Cindy acted like it made her royalty, bossing people around like it was the most natural thing in the world. At this moment, she was setting her sights on our meals. Watching her strutting around like she owned the place, I had no intention of being polite anymore.

My body was betraying me faster than I expected. A cramp seized my abdomen… sharp, sudden, doubling me over like a blade twisting inside. I gasped, one hand bracing against a rough tree trunk, the other cradling my belly. The pup kicked weakly, a faint flutter that sent fresh terror through me. Warm blood trickled down my inner thigh, slow but steady. Not much, but enough to terrify me. Was it the serum restarting the deformation? The strain of the escape? Stress on the pregnancy?

The last trimester hit like a slow-building wave, turning our quiet suburban cottage into a nest of anticipation and minor chaos. By month seven, my belly had rounded out fully, making simple tasks—like bending to tie my shoes or getting up from the couch—a comedy of errors. The garden out back, which I'd taken pride in tending with herbs and flowers, now required Damien's help for weeding, his tall frame bending where I couldn't. Mornings started with gentle kicks from inside, like our little one was already eager to join the world. "Active today," I'd say, rubbing the spot, and Damien would press his hand there, eyes widening at each flutter.

He chuckled and I laughed. His eyes slowly went down to my belly as he reached out to feel it. “Can I see?” He requested as I nodded and slowly raised my very big comfy gown up. I had lots of thick stretch marks on my belly and my belly was super big, so big that I wonder if I have more than one child in there. “This must be so stressful.” He admitted with concern as I nodded, watching him run his finger through my belly. “Oh, you would be surprised how much stress this bump causes me.” I expressed sassily and laughed. “But it gives me hope everyday.” I smiled, looking down at the bump. I couldn’t wait to see my baby.