Novel & Cerita Pregnant Belly Rumble

PREGNANT (3+) Two sharp, thick red lines were boldly printed across the display. Elena recoiled. Her hand reflexively clapped over her mouth to stifle a shock-induced shriek that nearly escaped her throat. Tears of sheer anxiety instantly welled in the corners of her eyes. Every joint in her body suddenly turned to water, forcing the aristocratic woman to sink helplessly onto the cold marble floor—precisely as she had on that horrific night weeks ago. "No... this is impossible..." Elena murmured hoarsely. She shook her head, her vacant gaze filled with an extraordinary panic. "How can I be pregnant? From just one accursed night?"

Would he stop wanting me. He teased me for having a potbelly this morning and that made me scared because it only means my baby bump will start getting noticeable soon. I was just hoping we get to finish exams before It starts getting noticeable. I am glad I didn't fall into the category of people who start showing at their fourth month. My phone beeped and I picked it up to find a message notification from Edward Jones. 'Hey! Would you like to join me in my daily work out? We can both work on your potbelly.'

Aimes gave them will help from creating more. Arabella didn’t mind having more and Gael told her he didn’t either, but they still put the cream on every night that Gael was there to pamper the other. Her scar was clear, a pale stretch of skin along the underside of the pouch forming. Taking a deep breath, Arabella runs both her hands this time underneath the belly bump. She isn’t huge, but she has started to show very noticeably. Her chest has filled out and hurts whenever she wears a rough cotton shirt.

Lowering herself onto a cushioned bench, she let out a sigh, pressing a cool bottle of water against her forehead. She let out a weary breath and lay back against the bench, hand on her slightly rounded belly. The queasiness was back—sharp and inconvenient like an uninvited guest overstaying its welcome. “Oh God,” she whispered, eyes closed as her hand rested protectively over her midsection. “Why does pregnancy come with so many nerve-wrecking symptoms?”

Bella’s POV. I tried to swallow, but it felt like there was something stuck in my throat—like I was chewing through a mouthful of lemons. I tried to speak, but my words came out in stutters, as if I were dreaming. “Can you run that by me one more time, Doctor? I think you might have made a mistake with the results.” “The results are accurate, Miss Bella. The pregnancy is causing your mood swings and nausea. You should start antenatal care soon. I’ll let you know when to begin so we can get things started.”

He smiles sweetly at her. "No need to be sorry puking happens, and there is no reason to be upset. We clean up puke a lot. Crackers help. My mother always kept them by the bed when she was pregnant, "he moves away as Patrick and I sit beside her. We watch as doc gets her belly ready with the gel, and once the wand touches her belly, we see our pup moving. Doc chuckles as he moves it around. "Well, I see why you're puking and uncomfortable, honey. Two pups are in here. Want to know the genders?"he asks, and Lena looks at us.

Derrick replies and I feel the bottom of my stomach begin to crumble as though it's paper being squeezed. "Dad, we, we never meant to hide anything from you. I mean, we didn't know till it was too late, and the only reason we are letting you know now is, well, because we didn't know how best to put it to you. "Derrick says and my legs begin to quiver. I draw my hands up to my tummy and hold the lower region of my stomach. I take deep breaths to calm my nerves as I've learnt tension affects pregnant women negatively, but how do I calm down? A ticking time bomb is about to blow up in my face.

My stomach rolls and I wonder if it's because of nerves or the possibility of a baby starting to form in my womb. He reaches down, his long arm reaching for the test. He holds it where we can both see it. There in black letters are the words that change our lives forever. Pregnant. Without a doubt I realize I'm carrying the next generation of Heaven Hill, and as it dawns on me, I scramble out of his embrace, getting to the toilet in just enough time. When I'm done, I grab my stomach, rubbing in a circular motion to calm it down. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and slowly. The final ride starts now… CONTINUES IN VOLUME 6 BISHOP

Her hand shot out, grabbing a handful of my oversized tunic, and pulled. The cheap, worn fabric tore with a loud, violent rip. The sudden force snapped the knot of the velvet binding underneath. The makeshift corset unraveled, the heavy purple strips of fabric spilling to the stone floor in a heap. And there, in the dim light of the tower, my heavily swollen, eight-month belly was fully exposed. The silence that stretched across the room was absolute. It was so quiet I could hear the howling winter wind clawing at the window pane. Right then, as if sensing the suffocating danger radiating from the woman in front of us, my baby kicked. Hard. The taut skin of my stomach rippled violently, an u

Before I can answer her, a sharp, sudden kick hits the right side of my ribs. "Ow," I gasp out softly, putting my mug down on the desk as my hand flies directly over the top of my swollen belly. Evelyn sets her cup down instantly, her doctor instincts kicking in as she leans forward with wide eyes. "What's wrong? Is it a contraction? Are you in pain?" "No, no contraction," I laugh softly, smoothing my palm over my stomach as another strong shift rolls underneath my skin. "The baby is just throwing a full martial arts routine right against my ribs today. I think little one hears us talking about the movie deal and wants to jump right in."