Rapid Pregnancy Novels & Stories

“No, no, no…” Daniel looked worse every second. He turned toward the doctor sharply. “She’s not even ready yet.” “I know.” “The baby’s too early.” “We know.” Nobody was saying anything reassuring anymore. That was the problem. Nobody was lying. The doctor moved closer to me again. “Lina, I need you listening carefully to me.” I tried focusing on her through the fear. “Your blood pressure is rising too quickly, and your body is under significant strain right now.” I swallowed hard.

I jolted by Celestine's sudden presence croaking out, pedantically. I shot her a face before I answered. "I am enjoying the view," I said then scanned her up and down. "I thought you were going to fix yourself first? You're fast," I continued in a creased forehead. Having a heavy swollen abdomen was really not easy. It makes every pregnant woman to move slow and short. But, this woman was so fast for a usual preggy. "Fast?!" she screeched. "I fixed myself for almost half an hour and it was still fast? When you are pregnant, how long does it take you to compose yourself? Hours?" She was really sassy.

Alive in a way it never had before. “I was told…” My voice faltered. “I was told I couldn’t conceive. Ever.” Alpha Ryder turned then, his expression torn between awe and something dangerously close to fear. He stepped closer to the bed, resting one hand on the rail. “The healers explained,” he said carefully. “This pregnancy is… unusual. Very early, but strong. Stronger than most first conceptions.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Triplets are rare. Triplets conceived under stress and trauma are rarer still.”

The words landed like stones in still water. Both mother and baby. Madison was actually pregnant. I felt the ground tilt beneath me, the room suddenly too hot, too small, the air thick enough to choke on. "She's pregnant?" Rachel's voice rose with excitement. "Oh, how wonderful! How far along?" "Approximately three months." Dr Morrison pulled a portable ultrasound machine from his bag, the kind that cost more than most people's cars. "The fainting was due to anxiety and stress. Perfectly normal for the first trimester, especially in high-stress situations." He glanced meaningfully at Lee, who didn't even blink. "I recommend proper rest, nutritious meals, and avoiding any additional stress. T

Lyra was the last to be born and since then Valdis had them all chemically controlled. Having lived out in the world I knew the odds suggested a woman who was sick, not having their period and enjoying a boatload of sex had a strong chance of being pregnant. Again, my Rogue training did not cover this kind of madness. “Corina vomiting and exhaustion is common with the early days of pregnancy.”

DANTE The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. "What do you mean she could lose the baby?" I asked Dr. Gary. My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. Flora's face went white. I could see her hands shaking as she put them on her stomach. "If her blood pressure continues to spike like this, it could cause a condition called preeclampsia. In severe cases, it can be really life-threatening for both the mother and the baby," Dr. Gary explained. "That's why complete bed rest is so important right now."

Those moments when I had craved for intimacy,to share happy moments with him especially when I found out I was going to have a baby girl,when my baby kicked in my belly and down till the day I had my baby. To be honest it wasn’t easy because I had complications during pregnancy. I was diagnosed of Hyperemesis Gravidarum,a condition of extreme,persistent nausea and vomiting during pregnancy which led to dehydration. It was caused by a rapid rising serum levels of hormones such as HCG which means Human Chroionic Gonadotropin and estrogen.

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

“What is it?” The doctor took a breath. “You’re pregnant.” The room tilted. Miranda didn’t react. Not outwardly. The word echoed in her head, hollow and unreal. Pregnant. The syllables bounced around, refusing to settle. “And,” the doctor added gently, “you’re hypertensive. Severely. Continuing this pregnancy poses significant risks to your life.” Her heart began to race. Mechanical panic. Controlled but relentless. “What are you saying?” she asked. “I’m advising an evacuation,” he said plainly. “For your safety.”

I shut the entrance door behind us and listened to hear what Earis was doing before I gave a nod of approval for Stacy to start talking. “How’s the baby really?” I asked, unable to keep my fear in check. It had been like a rope around my neck, trying to force me to ask the questions. “Just like I said earlier, she's fine. But this is a high-risk pregnancy, especially at the rate the child is growing. You have to watch her closely and avoid anything that would spike her blood pressure,” she responded. Well, that's quite unfortunate. If Armageddon doesn't spike her blood pressure, then killing Anya definitely would.