Pregnant Novels & Stories

Though she was still the same person, her pregnancy had given her a maturity and resilience that others couldn’t help but admire. As the months continued to unfold, Lune found herself settling into the rhythms of pregnancy. Despite the ups and downs, the fatigue, the cravings, and the surges of emotions, she felt a deep-rooted connection growing between her, Arlo, and their unborn child. Her life was changing, expanding in ways she had never expected, but with Arlo by her side, she knew they were ready to embrace it all. And every kick, every flutter she felt from within reminded her that they were building something beautiful—a family bound by love, strength, and resilience.

"I get it, Royal. It's a big step, and you're doing amazing. Remember, you have me right here with you." I managed a small smile, grateful for his presence. "Thanks, Rico. I couldn't have done this without you." As we waited, I observed the other women in the room. Some were heavily pregnant, their bellies protruding like ripe watermelons. Others, like me, were in various stages of pregnancy, their baby bumps just starting to show. The room was filled with a sense of anticipation and shared experiences, a silent understanding that we were all here for the same reason – to ensure the well-being of our unborn children.

She was kneading my back and pouted, "why didn't you tell me? Didn't you tell Austin about this?" "Mom, I want to tell him but I will tell him in my way, " I blushed in her hug and pleaded, "How do you know about this? Just by my puke, you got it?" "Myra, you are glowing and your face turns reddened like a tomato. When a woman is pregnant, her facial glow has been changed. I noticed it, I wanted to ask about it but I didn't get time, but I'm happy for you," Mom said happily and I was amused.

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of

I was pregnant. “I think I'm pregnant!”

I said pretending to be very scared. " Don't worry you are safe here in the pack as long you don't leave the pack" Lucas said and Pat my hair like someone patting his kitty head. " Do you want to take a rest?" He asked and I nodded. Even if I wanted to find Hera, I think my body needs rest because of my condition before I pass out. As a medical doctor I know what pregnant women should do and what they should not do.

The food I ordered would be delivered in a bit, if I got a taxi on time I’d be back at the office to collect it. The words of the doctor was still swirling in my mind as I got in the cab. I wondered if my body was really reacting towards not having the bastard around for three days. Hell was I that use to having him around, well I was pregnant and there was a lot of weird things that seemed to happen while being pregnant any way. Yet still why would my body be in distress not having him around? Placing my hand on my tummy I sighed before whispering. “Do you like him too beanie?”

It’s not just about giving them what they want; it’s about giving us what we need as a family. Being pregnant was a journey unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. There were moments of discomfort, sure—morning sickness, the fatigue, the constant changes in my body. But there was also something magical about it. Feeling Jacob move inside me, knowing that I was nurturing and growing a life, was an incredible experience. It made me feel powerful, in a way I hadn’t expected. I was creating life, something so pure and innocent, and it filled me with a sense of purpose.

Luigi's face became serious and raised an eyebrow at me. "No, I will never leave your side. Especially now that you are pregnant. The first trimester of childbirth is delicate for pregnant women. You can't be tired or stressed because the child may turn out to be malnourished or worse, always stressed." he reminded me with his long message. I smiled and hugged him.

Beau couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection as he looked at Kaia in her pregnant state. The visible evidence of their shared creation, the curve of her belly, stirred a deep sense of connection. He marveled at the idea that a life they had created together was growing within her. The short pajama shorts and camisole, revealing the physical changes brought on by pregnancy, became a testament to the unique bond they were forging.