Pregnant Chipmunk Behavior Novels & Stories

“Are they kicking? Can I feel?” “Absolutely!” Charlie squeals. Ever since we found out that she was pregnant, all of the newly mated trio females have been fawning all over Charlie. I know that it is their instinctual desire for pups, especially during their mating period. It is rare that we don’t see Charlie in the company of Arya, Karamea, Lily, or one of our mothers. The only time that they aren’t with us is when they are with their mates or with Carmen, who is overdue by a week and miserable.

I move to peer out the window, only just now realising I have no clue where we are. “Scotland,” he says, coming to stand behind me at the window. There's not much to see apart from trees, but I love it. “I thought we could shift and go for a run later, my wolf is desperate to meet his mate,” My wolf becomes alert at his words, her excitement running across my skin like a static charge. “My wolf would love that,” I nod, “Is it safe to shift whilst pregnant?” “At first, yes. Your wolf won't allow you to shift once she deems it a risk. You can trust her insticts on all things pregnancy-related. There's nothing more important to her than ensuring her pup's safety,” he explains.

"That's right, Your Majesty. The doctor said that our baby really needs a lot of blood to speed up its growth." Erick began to feel worried about Angel, especially when there was no one there who would be able to provide blood in large quantities. "Apart from that, pregnant women usually suddenly want something unusual." "You mean?" Erick's brow furrowed deeply. "Before I was pregnant, I really didn't like pork, but when I was pregnant I suddenly only wanted to eat pork every day. After giving birth, I no longer wanted to eat pork," explained Chloe. Erick nodded slowly while muttering to himself. "Does Angel also want something strange?"

That’s so far from the truth it’s ridiculous, but I need my baby to understand she’s safe. Rack is out in half the time it took me. I watch him stride to the Jeep. And oh man he can stride. He has the lethal walk of a predator. Add in bulging muscle and badass tats and Rack is extra yummy. Pregnancy has had another effect on me. I swear I’ve been horny since day one. I haven’t had sex with anything other than my fingers in six months. “Everything okay?” he asks. “Perfect,” I reply and try to wipe my last thoughts from my mind.

The wolf rears her head at the sight of Roman, and Avery has to stop herself from grinning. Her wolf has taken a beating during the pregnancy, trying to stop the ridiculously strong Alpha pup from sapping all of their energy and strength. Even still, Avery has lost weight from their child taking her nutrients and energy. It'll all be worth it, Sonya groans wearily, equally ready for it to be over. They haven't shifted in almost four months, and it's killing both of them since they used to shift at least once a day to spend time in harmony. Whoever said pregnancy was a beautiful thing hadn't dealt with Avery's pup, who seemed intent on playing football in the middle of the night, every night.

They told those stories with fondness, loving how their mate had swollen with their pups—living proof of their love. Now that was happening to me. And I could only hope these two wouldn’t be quite as massive as Jared and Chris were. At least I don’t have to run away in the later stages of pregnancy. But I also can’t shift—not with pups already pushing my stomach out this fast. It’s just not safe. And that, in itself, is going to complicate our escape.

Yesterday I was with Sean, one of the pack members, doing some "light exercise' since I was pregnant. He wasn't good with pregnant women, it seemed. Because he didn't know what to do. It was laughable, watching him figure out if he could touch me. As my bump bloat grew, so did Theonardo's protective instinct. And it meant wolves like Sean did not want to piss him off. We ended up doing a light two-mile jog before some yoga. I quite liked it. It satisfied my wolf since we didn't want to risk shifting. My wolf's appetite for activity was hard to control. It is probably what's causing my higher libido. She was sated after a bedroom or office session. And content with the lighter exercise as I a

"But once I'm pregnant, I can't kiss you anymore… that's so unfortunate!" The other women rolled their eyes. Even while pregnant, she was still worried about not being able to cling to Ray—it really was impossible for her to stop acting cute. Of everyone in the house, she was the most manipulative. No one could beat her. Molly was also carefully sensing the life forming within her body. But even though she was a close-combat type with extremely sharp perception, a fetus not even a month old hadn't even developed a heartbeat yet—how could she possibly sense anything?

It remained the same, glaring back at me. My legs gave out on me. I slid to the floor, a band of lead wrapped around my chest as I struggled to breathe. I was pregnant.

"Ada, please, just tell me—" "It can be." Her voice had gone careful, measured, the tone she used with patients when she needed them calm enough to actually hear her. "The mark itself isn't harmful. But sometimes, under extreme stress — physical trauma, fear, exposure to something toxic — it can trigger what the old healers called a blood surge. The infant's body tries to process wolf instincts too early, before it's ready. It can cause exactly what we're seeing. Breathing distress. Unconsciousness."