Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Pregnancy

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

Rose assured. "Now that you mention it, there do seem to be signs to pregnancy. But…" Even though her wounds had long since healed, it still stung every time pregnancy was mentioned. She continued, "I don't conceive easily because of my health. The chances of me getting pregnant are slim. Besides, we used protection every time." Besides the two incidents where Laurence went berserk and completely ignored using protection. But she always took caution to take contraceptive pills after. Could she be so unfortunate indeed? "I've been reading too many novels these days, so my imagination tends to run wild." Rose changed the topic quickly. "It’s probably because you’ve left the miserable environme

That day, Rome threw herself into reading. She needed something to anchor her. The changes in her body were no longer subtle; they were overwhelming. So she spent hours scrolling through online articles and personal blogs, absorbing every piece of information she could about pregnancy. She wanted answers. She wanted understanding. Especially about cravings— paglilihi, as the elders called it. And what she discovered opened up a new layer of awareness.

I said it, and I watched Clara write it in her notebook, and I felt, in the saying of it, something that had been sitting on my chest for weeks lift fractionally. I talked about the pregnancy in the most careful terms — not the intimacy of it, not Killian, but the simple biological fact of a life that Julian had immediately attempted to weaponize. *He threatened to use the pregnancy to prevent my departure.* That was how I said it. Clinical. Documented. True.

“My pregnant stepsister. My dark obsession. The mother of my children. This life is ours.” We fell asleep tangled, his cock softening inside me, cum leaking, his hand protectively over our growing baby. The isolation had only strengthened our bond. My body, transformed by pregnancy and his constant claiming, belonged to him completely. The dark romance that began in that storm-lashed Victorian house had found its eternal home here, filthy, possessive, loving, and endlessly consuming. Every day deeper into my pregnancy only made the fire burn hotter. And I craved every moment of the blaze.

Standing outside that church, sharp wind cutting through her thin coat, stomach already starting to show. The organ music spilled out the open doors while she watched him, “her” Sebastian, slide a ring onto another woman’s finger like the last two years with her had never happened. Like the baby growing inside her meant nothing. Like every look, every touch, every promise had all been one beautiful, calculated lie. The betrayal still burned fresh, even after all this time. It wasn’t just the ring or the vows. It was the way he never once looked back. Never once stepped outside to find me standing there shattered, pregnant, and too proud to scream.

My voice tinged with frustration. Before I finished narrating my predicament, Romi had already drawn out her phone and began reading an article. She cleared her throat and grabbed a pen, holding it like a microphone. “Breaking news. Pregnant women can feel high libido due to hormonal changes.” She read through the article with a dramatized tone. She continued explaining why my moods were fluctuating. When she was done, her gaze shifted to me. “So it’s normal for you to be pregnant and horny.” Another wry smile built on her lips.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath and was moaning softly as the TV was playing some explicit scenes. When she heard me come in, she panicked and tried to act normal as she talked to me while quickly fumbling with her phone behind her back, tapping the screen as if she were hanging up a call. "Darling! You're home early!" I pretended not to notice anything and acted exhausted, saying I needed to take a shower to relax. When I came out, she fawned all over me, acting as if she was desperate for my affection. I felt nothing but disdain. Then, I took the medicine out and said, "Look, I got these prenatal supplements from the doctors near Grandma's place. They said these are quite good."

A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena. She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach.