Pregnant Sans Novels & Stories

The next morning, the doctor confirmed it. "Approximately sixteen weeks pregnant," she said, making notes on her clipboard. "You'll need prenatal vitamins, regular checkups. If you're sentenced to prison time, I'll recommend transfer to a facility with proper medical care for pregnant inmates." “Sixteen weeks?” I blurted. “Why didn’t I know I was pregnant for sixteen whole weeks and that’s about…” I did a little calculation with my fingers. “Four months?” I almost screamed. "It's more common than you'd think, especially under extreme stress. Your body can suppress the usual signs. Given your circumstances; the arrest, the hearings—it's not surprising you didn't notice. What matters is that y

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

“I do not know, you just, look different.” I gave a small shrug. “I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess.” “What happened?” I asked her, trying to shift the focus of the conversation. She was hesitating, and then leaned nearer. “I need to tell someone. I have been ruminating about it weeks long and I cannot quit. It’s been six weeks, Layla. I have been with Kieran for six weeks, but he has not marked me yet. Her voice had fallen to a whisper. “We’ve had sex quite a number of times but he …he never sani his teeth into my neck. I don’t understand. Did the elder make a mistake? Was I… wrong? Is all this a misunderstanding? Is this a prank? Why has he not marked me as his mate yet? Is he only spending

All I know was that I was going to love my child to the moon and back and would trade the world for them. "No, do not worry about my stress or its lack of. Just tell me what you are craving. Aren't pregnant women supposed to have cravings or something of that nature?" He asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. I chuckled softly before I replied. "Not all pregnant women have cravings and honestly I do not want to eat anything because I still have breakfast stuck in my stomach but I know you are not going to buy that idea which is why I told you to just cook anything that will not be stressful for you" I responded sincerely.

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

“But it used to be your favorite. You could eat it morning, afternoon, and night.” “That was before,” I sighed, sitting back on the bed. Zachary studied me silently for a long moment, his expression grew more serious. “You're gaining weight even though you barely eat proper meals,” he said slowly. “You're having serious mood swings, which isn't like you at all. And you get nauseated so easily…” He paused, his eyes searching mine. “These are all signs of pregnancy, Ria.” My heart beat increased rapidly He took a step closer, his voice low.

I greeted softly and her eyes met mine as she looked up and gave me a warm smile. “Hello miss…” she trailed off. “Alessia,” I said and she nodded. “Miss Alessia, welcome please take a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked with a polite smile. “No, but I want to know if there’s any free sperm donor. I want to have a child and time is not really on my side.” My voice was tinged with sadness towards the end and even if the nurse noticed it she didn’t react.

(Flashback) Ana, five months into her initial pregnancy, was overwhelmed with anxiety. While her mother had warned her about morning sickness, nobody had mentioned the accompanying mild headaches, swollen ankles, and constipation. It wasn’t until she confided in the doctor, who Ivan had contacted, that she realized these were normal parts of the journey. However, admitting that these reassurances made her any less anxious and troubled would be dishonest, because she knew that she and her baby were doing well, yet other concerns started to plague her.

I was staring at the paper in disbelief was it really apart of my results for this check up? I read it once more, the words didn’t change at all it was still saying the same thing. I read it again and saw that my name was attached to the results, but I still couldn’t believe. I had an idea how it happened but still come on really, it all lead to this. Was it some type of joke, that fate should hand her a card like this? She already had a timeline that was numbered and now this, this, why was this happening? What had she done in her past life to now have her life turn upside down once more. Wasn’t it enough that she was sick and dying? She was already leaving her family behind the heartbreak

Lisa, clutching her belly, began shouting. "You can't treat a pregnant woman like this! This is outrageous, and you're doing it on camera!" I laughed coldly. "Since when does being pregnant put you above the law?" Then, I turned to the reporter. "And as for you, which company are you from? I'll hold you accountable as well. "I've recorded everything today. Get ready. I won't settle this quietly! "Camilla Diaz, right? Let's see how you fare!" My outburst startled Lisa so much that she forgot to keep up her act.