Pregnant Novels & Stories

'Pregnant' this word means a lot of things. Pregnancy means to be a mother. Pregnancy means to be a new part of my body. Pregnancy means to be a new family member. Pregnancy means to be a new responsibility in my life. Pregnancy means to be the new reason for my smile. Pregnancy means to be Atlas being a father and a new soul calling us dad and mom. I am pregnant. And it means only happiness. I can not explain in words how much happy I am now. It was at first a shock to me, but slowly it turned to be my happiness.

Peter's face contorted in rage, and he looked ready to lash out, but the police stopped him. "That's enough. Stop with the pity act. You have two choices—pay up or face charges. Who instigated this? "There's no way a pregnant woman would keep putting herself in harm's way. As her partner, you share the responsibility." Peter roared in frustration. "We don't have the money! All I've got is my life. Just put a pregnant woman in jail, then!"

"Blood-pressure medication… Can't pronounce that shit… Safe for pregnancy?!" Lily's face had gotten red as her furrowed eyebrows deeply creased her forehead. "So you ARE pregnant?!"

As days turned into weeks, Irene's anticipation grew stronger, mirroring the gradual progression of her pregnancy. She often found herself standing by the window, gazing out at the world beyond, lost in her thoughts. Her hands would instinctively rest on her rounded belly, as if her touch could convey her love and reassurance to the tiny life growing inside her.

You’re pregnant, Mrs. June Williams. Congratulations!” June Williams sat in the small, cozy office of Dr. Langston, her obstetrician, her heart pounding in disbelief. The words rang in her ears, over and over again, like the melody of a long-awaited song. Pregnant. She placed a hand on her stomach, her lips trembling as a wide smile spread across her face. After years of hoping, praying, and silently yearning, her dream had finally come true.

Her heart overflowed with love for her baby and for the friends and family who stood by her side, making her feel stronger than ever before. As the days passed, Zara's baby bump grew larger, a testament to the precious life growing within her. Each night, she would find solace in her room, looking out the window at the moon and stars. With a smile on her face, she would whisper prayers to the moon goddess, seeking blessings for a safe and healthy delivery. In those quiet moments, Zara found comfort in the belief that she was not alone on this journey. She felt a connection to something greater, a force beyond herself, guiding her through the magical experience of pregnancy.