Pregnant Single Mom Romance Books Novels & Stories

It seemed like everyone knew I wasn't in the mood to be bothered, so she peeks her head in before walking over to hand me a book. "What To Expect, When You Are Expecting," was the title of the book. I smile brightly and she bows before exiting. It said it was the #4 best selling pregnancy book so I began reading it right away while enjoying my taco. ************* Bahm "They called her a fúcking whore Bahm!" "I know Kris, you said that part already." "What was I suppose to do Bahm? Do you really think I handled it wrong too!"

Fresh air rushed over them. The late afternoon sun filtered through towering pine trees. Birdsong replaced the oppressive silence underground. Dani closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I forgot what fresh air smelled like." Julian slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The mountain breeze carried an unexpected chill. "You'll catch cold." She looked at him with amused eyes. "I'm pregnant." "Exactly." "I don't get cold more easily because I'm pregnant." "I know." He adjusted the jacket anyway. "I'm still putting it on you."

Mara was postpartum. Grant: $15k for equipment. Kael’s mentorship: “How to not kill each other when you’re both exhausted.” 2. *Luis*: Single dad. Bike repair shop. Grant: $8k. Adia’s mentorship: “How to bring your kid to work and not feel guilty.” 3. *Priya and her mom*: Catering business. Grant: $20k. Both of them: “How to fight about money and still eat dinner together.”

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

Sarah The smell of pancakes filled the air, warm and buttery, carrying the faint sweetness of maple syrup. In the dream Sarah walked barefoot into the sunlit kitchen, a soft smile already forming on her lips. Julian stood at the counter, shirtless, his back muscles shifting as he wrestled with the frying pan. Flour streaked one cheek. When he turned, his eyes held that rare, quiet warmth she had fallen in love with years ago. “You shouldn’t be up,” he said gently, setting the spatula down. “Think about the baby.”

BOOK 3: Chapter 27: Caught Red-Handed When Greg suggested that he was going to come home instantly, Amanda never suspected that it would actually be the same day. Her mind is completely clouded with lust. Nothing else seems to matter anymore. The guilt—whatever was left of it—has long since been burned away by the raw, adulterated pleasure that has completely overtaken her body and soul. After that fifth orgasm, she still isn’t satisfied. Not even close.

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

I frowned and leaned closer, pressing my ear against my mom’s frail stomach. ‎ ‎A second rhythm. Rapid. So tiny. ‎ ‎I gasped. “You’re… pregnant.” ‎ ‎Tears burned my eyes as I looked at my mom again. “Mom, this is amazing. But it’s not safe for you or the baby here. You have to come with me.” ‎ ‎My mom shook her head stubbornly. “I need to see my husband… Malachi, he’ll come.” ‎ ‎The name alone twisted my stomach. “No. Mom, listen to me. Ryker was your husband. Malachi is just using you. He’s working with the queen.”

I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes. “Come on in. Don't just stand, we missed you,” she called out. Even when pregnant, she looked vibrant, dressed in a lace gown, her back against the bed, her hair backed up into a sleek bun. She had just taken a shower, judging by the lingering scent of her body wash. She looked perfect, like the type of lady a man would want to flaunt. Slowly I approached her; her belly had a little bump; the baby was growing, but that didn't stop her from looking sexually appealing.