Pregnant Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bella lived in a luxurious house provided by Lucienne. A two-story house with a narrow backyard, a white fence that was always locked, and a security camera in the corner of the roof. Everything seemed perfect, complete with an additional contract that Bella signed without saying much. "If you get pregnant, the facilities will be upgraded. A bigger house. Permanent servants. A personal guard." The words were written coldly on the paper. Pregnancy as a condition for promotion. Bella didn't feel like a mother-to-be. She was more like someone waiting for a verdict.

Then finally she leaned back slowly in her chair and dragged a hand down her face. “How the fuck is pregnancy affecting you this much?” she muttered in disbelief. “Like seriously Ciara… glowing stomach, heat scent, speed powers? At this point your child is basically doing side quests inside your uterus.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, it was weak and tired but real. “I know,” I whispered. “And Mr. Wheelchair Mafia Prince is saying it’s not even the pregnancy?” I sighed immediately at the mention of Valerio, I've told her about him

Adrian's protectiveness grew, manifesting in his tender gestures and unwavering support. As the due date approached, I found solace in the presence of my loved ones. Isabella stood by my side as a pillar of strength, offering guidance and wisdom from her own experiences as a mother. Together, we navigated the emotional rollercoaster of pregnancy, savoring the anticipation of the new chapter about to unfold.

I explained and she nodded. "It happens to pregnant women sometimes. I think it has to do with hormonal changes because when a woman is pregnant, the body undergoes many changes."She explained and I nodded in agreement because what she was saying was right. "Remember to always eat something so that you don't starve my grandchildren.Even if you don't feel like eating, do it for the kids. And remember to always eat a lot of vegetables and fruits because that helps "The queen said and I smiled when I heard her words.

"Yeah." "Baby," Mom says softly. "You just won a contest. You have the money and the car and the house and a whole studio. That's more than enough. And on top of that, you are also pregnant. It's the worst time to be putting yourself in a stressful situation. Dealing with stressful people when you are pregnant is not good for the baby." I'm almost four months pregnant. Mom is right.

"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.

He holds his head as he crouched down on the grass. "W-what's the problem EL." did I say something wrong to make his head to hurt? Is that the effect of my sharp tongue? I slowly approached him. He was rubbing around his temple. I didn't know what to do for a moment, then suddenly he opened up his eyes. “Women. When they get pregnant, they want to eat something in particular, right?" I nodded at him. “Pregnant women are crazier than me, EL. They have this absurd mood swings that will go on for nine months. So if I were you, I'll start practicing.” He looked at me and smiled.

I rubbed my temples soothingly. "Mary is still a teenager and we know teenagers who are pregnant have a higher risk of getting high blood pressure, which is called the pregnancy induced hypertension. They also have a higher risk of preeclampsia. And this is a dangerous medical condition that can combine high blood pressure with excess protein in the urine." "It can disrupt the unborn baby's growth, which can lead to premature birth." "Is that all?" I asked, with an eyebrow asked.

I felt my heart become lighter and gave Devyn a hug. Just like that, we consulted my Ob-gyne and our hunch was right after all. "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." The doctor smiled so Dionne quickly hugged me. She's happy, making me pregnant once again. I am seven weeks pregnant with Dionne's child once again. Five months of pregnancy...

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