Pregnant Belly Rumble Novels & Stories

A few weeks after the peopsal at Club Eden, Raven woke to a strange, sharp tug low in her abdomen, not quite pain, but pressure. Heavy, rhythmic, insistent. The kind that made the breath catch in her throat. She blinked, shifting in the warm cocoon of blankets. Rain whispered against the penthouse windows, the soft silver kind that made the city look washed clean. Jaxon slept beside her, one arm draped over her waist, his body curled protectively around her growing belly.

I rubbed my swollen belly, feeling a flutter within. This wasn’t a good sign..

"You were so tired that you fell asleep when you came upstairs, when usually, you could still jog around the block after a full day of working out." "But—" He held up two fingers, stopping her. "Exhibit two! Your stomach is rumbling, and extreme hunger is a tell-tale sign of pregnancy." "But, but—" Julien held up three fingers. "And last but not least, exhibit three!" He pointed triumphantly to her stomach and smirked. "You have a baby bump." "No, I most certainly do not!" Lacey gasped, running to look in the mirror. Julien cackled loudly behind her, enjoying her discomfort way too much. Then he came up behind her and touched her stomach from behind. "See? Baby bump."

Jasmine sat with her rounded belly, occasionally smiling when she felt the tiny movements inside. She set aside the flowers and scissors in her hands, then gently caressed her belly. Each stroke was answered by a soft kick from within, making Jasmine feel like a thousand butterflies were tickling her stomach.

Bella's POV I changed into a pair of jeans with an off-the-shoulder sweater. My belly has started to show more, but I don't want my pregnancy to gain attention during the competition. I use my ring to conceal my bump. I look at the mirror, and the illusion of a flat stomach reflects on the mirror. I rub my little bump tenderly. "It's just while we're done with the competition, little one."

My heart was hammering erratically against my chest wall, a frantic, terrified rhythm that made my vision blur in the darkness of the master bedroom. ​I clutched my heavy, rounded stomach with my other hand, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The baby was rolling frantically inside me, her small elbows and feet punching against my ribs as if she, too, had just been blasted by a sudden wave of pure, unadulterated panic.

Days rolled, weeks waved and in a blink of an eye, two months kissed my lips. I'm three and a half months pregnant, but my belly was flat like a rod. If anyone looks closely at my belly they would get the small baby bump which was always hidden under my loose clothes. At first, I thought it would enlarge like an elephant's stomach as how Heil's mom experienced but fortunately, nothing happened.

I'm now on my 8th month of pregnancy and my belly is really round and big. My tummy has grown a lot and I’m constantly worried that I might suddenly go into labor. Crius loves holding my big baby bump. As usual, he talks to my belly. When we first felt the baby move—her first kick—he cried so hard out of joy because the baby responded whenever he talked. We already look like a real family, and that’s why I’m doing my best to become a good mother for our baby.

Irish said. "The test was done twice and Irish, women have different symptoms, some doesn't even feel anything at all, your baby bump is yet to be obvious because the pregnancy is just three months and two weeks and i think you have a flat stomach right from the start. Even if your pregnancy clocks nine months,the bump is gonna look like a five month's" Doc Luc explained. "Wait...is that why..my breasts are fuller?" Irisj asked. "Exactly!" Doc Luc said. "Oh..no" Irish cried, she's indeed pregnant.

It doubles me over, but my concern isn't for myself; it's for the baby. My diaphragm involuntarily expels grunts every few breaths, and nausea washes over me like I've never felt before. Strangely, amidst all the discomfort, I notice a tickle in the center of the pain. It feels as if a tiny fish is swimming around inside me. That tickle begins to grow, gradually pushing back the surrounding ache.