Pretty Pressure Novels & Stories

Small but competent. They ran tests. Blood pressure. Urine. Blood work. The doctor came back looking serious. "Your blood pressure is very high. 160 over 110. And there's protein in your urine." "What does that mean?" Sienna asked. Though part of her already knew. "Preeclampsia. It's a complication. We need to monitor you closely." "Is the baby okay?" "For now, yes. But if this gets worse, we may need to deliver early."

The kind that doesn’t rush, doesn’t hesitate, and doesn’t ask permission once it’s begun. Pressure reveals what’s weak.

"I guess it can work, but no pressure." "None at all"

With arched brows, he replied, "Don't you?" "Hell No, I don't. It's gross," He protested with a hand up. "Your choice," Henry picked up the bottle of soft drink on the floor, opened the lid and gulped down half the content. "You still haven't answered my question, you know?" He reminded. Henry gave him a look of disdain. "What am I supposed to be doing in there?" "I don't know, maybe pleasure yourself." He shrugged his shoulders. "Thank you, but no."

But the pressure. It really gets to you.