Pregnant Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

JULIANA. I went back home and I walk to my bedroom, I drop my hand bag thinking back to many times I have seen the pregnant lady with Deji. "'I have always meet that lady whenever I go to Deji's house and when I asked he would say she is a maid but come to think of it , can any sane man in his right frame of mind employ a pregnant woman? I asked myself.

Her plan was disrupted by him, so now she had to make him agree to the divorce as soon as possible as her stomach was getting bigger day by day. If one was observant enough, one would see that her belly had grown a little bigger. She didn't have much time anymore. Restlessness prevented her from finding solace in sleep. Instead, she unlocked her phone and logged into her private spam account, which was not followed by anyone. She treated the space as a virtual confessional, her personal diary. In her page, she poured her soul into pregnancy diaries, chronicling the weekly transformations of her unborn child. Each entry resonated with the sheer joy of impending motherhood.

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

And I nodded. “When you knew I was pregnant.” It was my turn to ask him to explain. “Hmm…actually, I knew you were pregnant before you arrived. I thought you would be some older woman who got pregnant in the family so I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of the people who would come to meet you at the airport and that was why I wasn’t there. But then, we have been expecting you for a long time. Sometimes, I’ll be told you do not exist and sometimes, I would just have to give up that you were coming. Mom used to tell us this story about how you were born and she always told us you wouldn’t be joining us. I thought it was just a story until you really came and you were more beautiful than I had i

100 labor-suppressant injections were stabbed viciously into my body. Already suffering from contractions, I could no longer tell if I was in the mortal realm or hell itself. A wave of heat hit my face, jolting me back to consciousness. Just before the sauna door closed, I crawled toward my husband, Timothy Langford, and grabbed the hem of his pants, trying to stir some paternal love for our child in him. "I really never did anything to harm the baby in Natalie's belly. Please believe me…"

I was pregnant, and I didn't know who the father was, and I was trapped in a house with a man who had been watching me for years while two other men were probably tearing the city apart looking for me. The good girl who had saved her virginity for Marcus and dreamed of a perfect wedding night was long gone. In her place was a woman who had slept with a father and son, been kidnapped by a college crush, and was now carrying a baby that could belong to any one of them. If someone wrote this as a novel, readers would say it was too far-fetched.

Stacy rested his head on Lin Pingchao's shoulder, and Zong Jingrong opened a book. However ... ... Stacy was speechless. There was a chapter in each chapter, which Zong Jingsheng read was about the changes of a woman's body after being pregnant for 10 months. The first chapter was whether a woman could live with her husband and wife when she was pregnant. In fact, he didn't know that there would be a picture inside.

Maia woke up early because of her sudden nausea. She quickly stood up and run towards the bathroom, for her stomach was swirling, making her vomit multiple times. Her head was aching, too, causing her whole surroundings blurred. She didn't know that being pregnant was hard and complicated. She never have seen pregnant woman before because she was always locked up inside their pack house back then. So, she decided to check books from the library about pregnancy before doing her morning routine. After cleaning and fixing herself, she stormed out of her den and headed to the library. Her every movements were slow and careful, afraid that she might stumble to the ground because of dizziness.

"Born what?" My blushing face, already flushed with shame, retorted hurriedly: "What does fighting have to do with giving birth to a sister?" "Of course it does! Chris threw up his face proudly. "Joey told me that when men and women fight naked, they make babies." 'That's enough! I'm blushing to the point where my ears are burning. Antoninus, of course, was still smiling faintly in my ear. I gave him a warning look before explaining to Chris, "You can't have a baby in a fight, and neither can you fight with your clothes off." Besides, Dad and I didn't fight at all."