Romans & histoires Pregnant Fiction Stories

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Of course Ice wanted to vent her frustration on this man. "How could you marry someone like this?! Didn't you consider it carefully?!" Hayle didn't seem to care about the man next to her's cries of pain. "I was set up with the baby. I told him I was infertile but he did it anyway." "Oh my! Why did you have to say that Ice! But I did set him up. If it wasn't for my baby, he wouldn't have married me." Jacob just accepted his fate to be bullied by these two pregnant women. Young pregnant mothers, joined together, were the strongest beings on earth and nothing else could stand against them.

If that isn’t your cup of tea, please do not read this book. With this story, I wanted to do a lot of things differently but the one angle that stands out to me is the child/pregnancy trope. I’ve always read a lot of books that utilize children/pregnancy as a trope and plot point. I’ve done it in the past with my books, but as a proud member of the childfree-by-choice community, I felt it is about time I represent that tiny section of humanity too. I wanted to subvert the pregnancy trope. My characters here are adamantly and unapologetically child-free. I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different.

The people at the diner knew I was alone and pregnant and worked hard, and that was enough of a story for them. What none of them knew — what I still hadn't let myself sit with fully, even eight months out — was what Ada had said in the grass that night, breathless, her hand locked around my arm like she thought I might bolt before she got the words out. It wasn't about her.

"I got pregnant, and he was terrified. He kept pressuring me to get rid of the baby. When I refused, he pushed me down a flight of stairs..." She placed a hand on her now-flat stomach. Hatred blazed in her eyes. "I killed him for revenge. And while I was at it, I helped you get rid of a worthless piece of trash." The floating comments exploded. [I knew it! I knew Herman was cheating!] [That plot twist just gave me chills!] The baby sniffled miserably. [Mommy, I'm sorry. I didn't know...] I gently stroked my stomach, trying to comfort the baby.

I scrolled with trembling fingers, my vision blurring as I read the words that felt like they had been ripped from my private nightmares. The article was a masterpiece of cruelty. It claimed that ten years ago, I had fabricated my pregnancy to force Tristan into a marriage he didn't want. It alleged that when the "lie" was about to be discovered, I had faked a miscarriage and fled the country with a settlement, only to return now to "finish the job" and seize the company.

" Zivanna smiled. Alfredo knew, that smile was a forced smile. I will take care of you. Shall I read you a story? " Alfredo stroked Zivanna's hair. "About the ugly prince again? I'm bored." Zivanna made a scowl. "Not anymore. It's a story about a brave girl." Alfredo answered with a smile. "Very well. Tell me." Zivanna smiled. "But promise me you have to sleep." "Ok. You also have to promise me one thing." Zivanna stared deeply at Alfredo's face. "Tell me." Alfredo was curious. "I want a new reading. Look, I've read all of it." Zivanna pointed to several books neatly arranged on the table. "I promise. I'll buy you tomorrow. Now listen to my story and try to sleep." Alfredo smiled. "There was

I'll marry him, do sex with him and once he's back to his normal self I'll leave him just like you wanted to. Dear, your aunt never asked you for anything but today she's begging you with folded hands to save your marriage with King Alpha. I hope it's not too big to ask for, is it? "Aunt... Are you really telling the truth? Am I pregnant? How's it possible? I no longer understand a thing. Today I'm pregnant and tomorrow I'm not! Today the baby is in my womb and tomorrow it's not. What's going on Aunt?" "What more can I say.

All that mattered was the world within the book, where passion and darkness coexisted in a tantalizing dance. As the afternoon wore on, exhaustion started to creep into my bones. The weariness from the events coupled with my pregnancy hormones tugged at my eyelids. Before I knew it, I became comfortable on the chair and I placed the book on my chest, allowing my heavy eyelids to succumb to the weight of slumber. The book rested against my stomach, a gentle reminder of the life growing within me.

-That's right my friend, she didn't even know she was getting married, her parents deceived her and made up a lot of things about her mother in order to lure her to this place, now you will see the seriousness of things and you know that we can't do anything against the laws here -I crossed my arms and was a bit thoughtful. -I'm understanding your situation a little better, my friend, and believe me I'm very sorry, but there is something I wanted to tell you, but I don't know if my words are going to hurt you, but your late wife didn't die because of our traditions, we know perfectly well that she committed suicide because she was sterile and you know that for your father it is very importan