Pregnant Novels & Stories

He turned his attention to me. “Um...you…you know,” I stammered, struggling to find the right words that would calm him down and make him feel better. The words that he needed to hear. “The journey of motherhood can be really tough. Some women find it kind of scary. You’ve got a fellow human growing inside you, and there’s the swelling, feeling sick, and all that. But hey, don’t get me wrong, being pregnant is actually amazing. It’s like one of the best things to happen to a lady. I’m just saying, she needs some more time and your support.”

Her chest heaving up and down with each breath she was taking,I breathed in relief that she was finally back to me. "You should give her more of her desired food nowadays as with passing days during her pregnancy,she would have weird cravings,perhaps in the midnight and mood swings so think thousands times before speaking to her.Pregnant women are tickling bombs and if your wife is a skilled mafia girl..."Mom smiled at me.

Luna had always known that she wanted to be a parent someday. She loved children and dreamed of the day when she would have a family of her own. So, when she and her husband, Mark, found out they were expecting their first child, they were overjoyed. As Luna's pregnancy progressed, she experienced all the joys and challenges that come with carrying a child. There were moments of intense happiness, like when she felt the baby's first kicks, and moments of discomfort and exhaustion, like when she had trouble sleeping or experienced morning sickness.

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.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

Before I could respond, a woman who had been standing nearby noticed me. "Madam, are you okay?" I shook my head. "My stomach hurts." The woman's expression changed immediately. "You're pregnant?" I nodded. "Come. Sit down." She took my arm and guided me toward the side of the road. I lowered myself carefully onto a concrete ledge, keeping one hand over my stomach while my mother stayed on the phone. "Gloria, are you sitting?" "Yes." "Good. Don't stand up." "Mama, I'm scared."

“ I’m not even half way through this pregnancy and I’ve become so…fat” Maria rushes toward me. “ Don’t say that, Mi’ja. You’re the most beautiful woman in this room right now.” “ But I’m pregnant” I sniffle “Exactly, child. You are growing a life inside of you right now. Sure there are some changes in your body, but that makes you all the more beautiful.”

She knew that their family fun at the park was just the beginning of many more joyful adventures to come. Christine sat at the dining hall table, her hands resting on her swollen belly, as she tried to enjoy the last few bites of her meal. The late afternoon sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the room. It had been a wonderful day at the park with Robert and Manuella, but now, as the clock struck 6 p.m., Christine's mood shifted. She felt a familiar twinge in her lower abdomen—a subtle yet persistent ache that signaled the onset of pregnancy pains.

I froze. The word hit me like a punch in the chest. Pregnant. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think. My mind replayed everything, the blood, her screams, her calling out for her baby before she passed out. Her baby. I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. She was pregnant. But whose child was it? Mine? Or…

NATALIA’S POV Living with pregnancy is underrated, I never realized that until now. It sucks to be pregnant and at a point, you had feel like to ridding yourself of it, having a good night's rest, and then putting it back on again. My breathing had been coming out in pangs since I laid down on the bed in an attempt to sleep, and the whole way I could breathe well was when I sat down on the couch which was not a suitable place to sleep, far from it.