Pregnant Song Novels & Stories

the woman said then her cellphone rang. "Okay, our last song is! Rainbow by South borders covered by Michael Pangilinan! Requested by NanaseIdugawa for her beloved 6 years boyfriend who is now her fiancée! It was their favorite song and want it to be the song in their wedding. Wow! Congratulations! NanaseIdugawa what a lucky woman you are!" said the woman elated. The music started so we ready ourselves. "Fallin' out, fallin' in Nothing's sure in this world no, no

I nodded, "I love this song since then but don't play it frequently. I told myself it would be the song that I would play when this time comes." I guided her arms and hands on my nape and then mine encircled her waist. It wasn't as slender as before of the baby bump but it was fine with me. I didn't even expect that I would do this with the little life we made in her belly. "Cal, will you tell me now what is this for?" "Not yet, baby." I pressed our foreheads together. "Let me just enjoy the moment now and listen to the song." Our bodies started swaying gently and at the same time, I started singing with the song. She was silent as she went on with me and I felt her close her eyes.

I beam with happiness showing her the three positive sticks. "I-I'm pregnant?" She whisper yell sounding excited yet shocked and started crying. Geez pregnant woman!

“Guys, I- we- I’m pregnant again.” Holy mother!

I was already irritated. "So... did they announce that Akisha is pregnant?" I asked casually. Mikee blinked. "Wait, she's pregnant?" "Yes. That was the announcement," I said lazily, spoiling the suspense. "Still, Ath... shouldn't you hug her since it's her birthday?" Mikee asked, frowning. "Nah. She's fake, and I'm hot. I can't risk it today," I said with a smirk, waving it off. Then, Charl took the mic when the host called him. “we Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear the big news! My wife, Akisha, is seven weeks pregnant!"

For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. The room felt too quiet, like all the sound had been sucked out of it. I stared at her, my brain refusing to cooperate. “What baby?” I repeated, slower this time, like saying it differently might change the meaning. The doctor didn’t look surprised. If anything, she looked careful. She folded her hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly. “You’re pregnant,” she said gently. The word hit me wrong. Not sharp. Not explosive. Just heavy. Like it landed somewhere deep in my chest and refused to move.

I called, "Is there anything you want to do? Or do you have any cravings, we can make a stop for you before heading back to the house," "Damien we were supposed to head back to the house and have a talk about how and why you are suddenly so nice to me, why are you trying to peer away from that now?" Kristen retorted, "I am not doing that." I defended myself, "I don't know how to take care of pregnant women but I do know that pregnant women have unusual cravings, I just thought that maybe you might also 2ant something else, sorry…" "You said you don't know how to take care of pregnant women, maybe if you had taken a look twice at the ones that Lost their children through miscarriage, you woul

Pregnant. “Fuck,”

" Yes I just for the life of me cannot remember the song but I will remember this song it talks about that thing that you put in balloons and when you inhale it makes your voice sound all speaking it looks about helium. " " I think that's the name of the song but I can't remember the one you talking about and you know the song from front to back or back to front you having mummy brain again? " " Funny ha ha no honey I'm not, and if I was pregnant you'd know. " " I can make that happen. " " Stop being a tempter. " " Fine, I'll stop using my powers on you because you're the exception to the rule." " Thank you. I think I remember the lyric from the song ."