Pregnant Chipmunk Behavior Novels & Stories

Amanda ignored Darko's mess, she preferred to focus on reaching the climax she wanted. Ever since she became pregnant, she really liked the skidipapap activities with her husband. The pregnancy hormones make her addicted to doing it. She also increasingly spoiled and acts as if Darko is the most everything man on earth. That woman was so happy if Darko was very protective and also very possessive to her.

I didn’t think pregnancy would be this wild, but it’s really a rollercoaster of emotions. Austin has been perfect. He can’t seem to keep his hands off me when we are together now. He says my scent is stronger with the pregnancy and it drives him wild. He loves to show me whenever he is near me too. He also loves feeling the boys kick me. It’s not bad right now, but they are active little pups. He loves to watch my stomach flutter when the boys move around. One night, I couldn’t sleep because one of the boys had hiccups and I could feel it. Austin being the amazing mate he is started rubbing my stomach and Cronos started purring until the hiccups stopped, so I could sleep.

Apollo remained silent in my head, and I knew he was in shock, just as I was. I moved back, inching away from her. Her smell was getting stronger, as was her aura. “She’s shifting…” I said, but I was not even sure if a voice came out of my throat. “Apollo, if she shifts, the baby…” ‘She can still shift. A mother wolf shares pregnancy with her human and can shift up to halfway through their pregnancy…’ Amber’s eyes shut close again, and fear enveloped me. Her body was shutting down. “No! No!” I was torn between biting her and waiting.

CHARLOTTE'S POV “Do you need a mega phone?" Jenn whispered in my ear on the way out of the house. “So we can announce to the world that you're growing a baby". I pinched her in the side, hard. It wasn't my fault that there was a lot going on at the time, or that I seemed to be suddenly different. It all felt natural any way. I didn't even notice that I was eating too much. I was just hungry. And people eat when they're hungry. Apparently I was suddenly angry way too frequently, and it wasn't normal. I was also weird that my nose was sensitive, and little things made me nauseous. It was also abnormal to Jenn, who was glaring daggers at me, that I wasn't puking my guts up. Apparently-okay I kn

It was getting pretty dark, so I had to increase my speed. Finally, I got to the city and stopped at an ice cream truck to get a lot of ice cream. She’d stopped eating whatever was at home, probably complaining about the flavor or something else. Her pregnancy hormones were hitting differently. Meanwhile, Little Mouse was eating three times more than she used to. I’m not complaining—no, I’m happy. I’m happy that she’s eating. That’s one of the things I get to brag about: how healthy my wife is during her pregnancy.

In my pack, rejected wolves were treated worse than dormant wolves. As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I knew that I was in even greater trouble. I was pregnant. My wolf told me. Wolf pregnancies only lasted for two months and in two weeks, my stomach would be the size of a medium-sized pot. If he rejected me, he would also reject this baby. An unmated pregnant wolf was even worse than a rejected wolf and a dormant wolf put together.

The educated part of my brain knew that it was pointless, that the tests had been right in the first place and that the results would be exactly the same this time round, but the emotional part of me just wasn’t willing to accept that. Shifter pregnancies were a little more difficult on the mums than normal human pregnancies, I mean we’re not aliens or anything, things still progress at the same rate and full term is 40 weeks, but growing a shifter is a little harder than growing human. They zap more energy. So, being pregnant would certainly explain a lot.

That child was mine. …Ours. “She wouldn’t dare,” I said aloud, to no one in particular. “Alpha?” the Beta asked from beside me. I didn’t answer. The Healer started rambling again, eager to redeem himself. “She might be hiding it. But if we could monitor her behavior… some signs might confirm her pregnancy. Food aversions, emotional changes, scent shifts...” I stood silent for a moment. “Food aversions?” “Yes, any strong dislike for things she used to enjoy?”

My muscles trembled like my bones were trying to rattle loose. “Okay… okay… breathe,” I muttered to the empty cell. Another stab of pain tore through my stomach. “Shit,” I hissed and sucked in a sharp breath. I pressed my palm harder against my abdomen. The heat there felt wrong. For a second I thought I imagined it. Then something fluttered under my hand. I froze. “No,” I whispered quickly. “No, no, no. That’s not possible.” Pregnant wolves didn’t feel pups move this early. Every idiot in the pack knew that. Hell, even the pack cooks knew that.

I rolled my eyes and began to wash my face. I knew a ton about pups. I had three younger siblings. I had been there for all of their births. My mother kept hunting as she was pregnant; she did things. Granted, I remember her moving more slowly than when she wasn't. Also, when she did hunt, she was never the one to attack the animals. She would just feed, or she would help butcher. That is what all the women did when they were pregnant.