Pregnant Book Characters Novels & Stories

I could see different shadows hovering above me; they appeared blurred, and the shapes moved quickly and turned my eyes. I tried my best to speak, but all I could release was a whisper, my voice thinning out even more. “Where…?” “Don’t try to talk,” a deep voice said, kneeling beside me. You’re very safe with us. Just breathe very well.” What does he mean by safe? Safe doesn't exist anymore, especially in my world. My hand immediately shot to locate my belly. I gasped on remembering I'm pregnant. It was still there; nothing had happened to it. It was still full, but with a faint kick.

The whole feeling had a heavier weight on my shoulders the more I thought about it, In a way it left a feeling of not wanting of uncertainty behind, a feeling that he didn't trust me enough or perhaps he was up to something I dropped my bag into an armchair as I walked back into the room, for a minute I stood right there against the door staring at the room. The curtains were closed, and only small shards of light got through, leaving the room dimly lit. With my heart still heavy I walked into the bathroom to freshen up, soon the sound from the faucet filled the room. That evening, I sat with my legs folded against my side in a seat by the fireplace, while rubbing my baby bump. In my hands I

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."

An eternal pact was forged between us, one far deeper than the simple mate bond of my past life. As the mate of the Dragon Lord, I didn't have to socialize with the other clans like I did in my past life. It wasn't until three months later, at a family gathering, that I first stepped out of Damien's penthouse. “Everyone, I have a wonderful announcement to make!” Isabella stood in the center of the room, her face beaming with triumph. Her stomach showed a distinct, rounded curve. “I’m pregnant! I will give birth to the true future ruler, while some people are only fit to be trampled under my feet!”

His knuckles were white and I knew that he wasn’t going to relax. “I’ll be fine,” I said, adjusting my seat back a little. I kicked my shoes off and shifted down to rest my foot on the dash. “Amelia, that book we’re reading said that pregnant people need extra rest.” “People,” I said, trying not to yawn. “I’m not human.” “You’re not, but it’s a lot of work growing little dragons.” Louis glanced away from the road to toss a smile my way. “Maybe next time you or Marcus can do it.” I teased him and his smile widened.

Before I could finish, Hazel stepped on my belly with the tip of her high heel. "Why are you even wasting time on this woman, Ethan? Let's kill that baby and go earn some credit with Grandpa." A wave of searing pain shot through my abdomen. I could feel the baby twisting in panic inside me, and terror—unlike anything I'd ever known—flooded my chest. I looked up at them, pleading. "Please… Don't hurt my baby…" Hazel lifted her phone and aimed it at me, saying, "Get on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're filthy. Do that, and maybe I'll spare your baby."

she said while taking the baby back in her arms. Just as Gabriella was about to turn away, Mia rushed to hold her arm. “Wait a minute,” the pregnant woman whispered before waving to Lena. Receiving the long-awaited signal, the young servant rushed over with a tote bag in hand. "Here, Madam," the girl said before handing the luggage to her new mistress. Wasting no time, Mia opened the tote bag and took out one of a dozen books. There was a cute picture of an ant and grasshopper on the cover.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

“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.

Fletcher shows up and they leave together. I went to my room to get the book I'm reading that I left on top of the soft mattress after Feliza pushes inside to make me drink my vitamins. The room is dark and I didn't want to turn on the lights because it felt like it's burning my eyes. The whole pregnancy thing is so fucking weird. I read with only the lamp on. But what I liked about it is I can still hide the recognizable baby bump with big shirts. I'm trying so hard to conceal it even though baby is really growing.