Pregnant Emo の小説・ストーリー

The one that cheated on me like I was lacking in everything. I wanted to run away. I don't want to face them again, why? Why would everyone is coming back!? My jaw clenched as I was looking at her, my body was frozen in place and my hands were shaking while holding the order. I can't run all the time. I need to face the pain I hid while pregnant with Devyn. I used to think about my son so I didn't cry. I didn't get to cry and grieve for all the pain because I have to be strong but now... I have to finally show it.

She was pregnant, with Dex's cub and she couldn't be any happier. "Are you feeling okay?" "Yeah. Just tired. I think I'll take a nap after I call Leyton." "Can I tell Brutus?" "Of course," Emma said. "It could be obvious in a matter of weeks. I don't really know. I've never been pregnant before." Dex laughed and then hugged Emma. He put a hand on her abdomen. "A cub. I don't even care if it's' a boy or a girl." "Me neither," Emma said.

Liam can sense my anxiety as he rests his head near my mark and I inhale him. “Emma, we’ll watch your healing process closely over the coming weeks and see what we can figure out regarding her absence, ok?”. Grace is trying to reassure me. She can tell I’m overwhelmed too. “I know some hybrid experts who might be able to answer some pregnancy questions although your baby isn’t technically a hybrid and Morrigan is the only one of “her kind” so that’s sort of tricky unto itself… hmmm”. She lowers my side of the bed’s arm railing. “First things first though, let’s do some brief checks and I bet you’re dying for a shower and some fresh clothes”. How does she always know what I need? It must be a

"More miserable than yours, anyway." I smile and nod, trying my best to look like I'm in on the joke, but the words make my throat feel tight. I've never been much of a crier, but the pregnancy hormones have made me feel more emotional than usual. "God, I'm sorry," Samara says, stepping close and laying a hand on my arm. "I'm an idiot. You know that, right?" "No, you aren't." The words come out sounding choked, and I hate it. "You're fine."

Instead, I rested my hand against my stomach and focused on the tiny life growing inside me. “My sweet girl,” I whispered softly into the darkness. “I know it’s scary right now. But I promise you… we’re going to be okay.” The wind moved gently through the trees. No answer came. Then suddenly, the mate bond pulsed painfully inside my chest. One last flicker. Like a dying flame fighting against the dark. My steps stopped instantly.

Iza whispered, her hand clutching her stomach as a sudden, sharp pain flared through her abdomen. "No, he's not," Dark said, his eyes fixed on the clock. "This is a diversion. He’s trying to trigger the 'Empathy Response.' He wants me to panic. He wants me to make a mistake." "Dark..." Iza gasped, her knees buckling. She grabbed the edge of the crib, her face contorting in pain. "Dark... something’s wrong." Dark dropped his gun, catching her before she hit the floor. "Iza? What is it? Is it the baby?"

They are only here to wait for his money. Naomi’s POV The air in Saint-Valery was getting warmer. Spring was coming. I stood in front of the small mirror in my tiny apartment. I wasn't Sarah anymore, but I wasn't Naomi Ashford either. I was just... me. I lifted my loose shirt and looked at my belly. It wasn't flat anymore. It was a clear, round bump. I was nearly five months pregnant now. My baby was growing, oblivious to the fact that his father was a broken king in a hospital far away.

She is stretched out on my couch like it is her father’s estate, one leg hanging off the side, hair wrapped in her pink bonnet, scrolling through her phone like a queen waiting for her servant. “Tracy,” I say, “can you hear yourself?” She nods without shame. “Yes. Loud and clear. I want cocoa pancakes.” I fold my arms. “I am stressed. I am pregnant. I am job hunting. I am thinking about my disaster of a life. And you want pancakes.” She gasps and sits up dramatically. “Excuse me. Do not weaponize your pregnancy. And also, I am helping you emotionally, mentally, spiritually. So the least you can do for your helper is give her cocoa pancakes.”

And in the cold mansion, Damian sat in darkness, his fists bloodied from punching the wall, while Clara smirked to herself in her private room, her hand resting on a stomach that carried nothing but lies. The world hadn’t stopped turning, but for Emery it might as well have. The news headline replayed over and over in her head like a cruel echo: Damian Cole Expecting First Child With Clara . She had turned off the television, but the words burned behind her eyelids. Every blink was a reminder. Every breath, a stab. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor. The hospital report trembled in her hands. Pregnant. It screamed at her in black and white. Her body felt like a stra

When she stepped out, adjusting the fabric over her growing belly, she caught the way Damien’s eyes widened, his attention immediately drawn to her stomach. “I feel like it’s gotten even bigger,” she said, smoothing a hand over the small swell. His gaze lingered before flicking up to her face. “How do you feel?” “Great,” she admitted. “Better than I’ve ever felt.” Damien nodded, but there was something unreadable in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability she wasn’t used to seeing in him. “As long as you feel good, I think we should go with it,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ll talk to Miranda. She’s a midwife and delivers all the wolf pups here.”