Romance Novels About Pregnancy Novels & Stories

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Sophia lowered her head again, continuing to fill out the form. Francis suddenly froze mid writing. You’re pregnant? His voice was so loud that several nurses lifted their heads to stare. Sophia didn’t look up. I’m married. Isn’t it normal for me to be pregnant? But you’re only… Francis cut himself off just in time. He stared at her perfect side profile, his emotions swirling into something complicated. If her background were real. Father a university professor. Mother a doctor. Comfortable middle class life. A top university graduate.

ALISON Have you ever noticed that in romance novels, when the heroine starts puking in the morning, it's usually a glaring hint to the reader that she's pregnant? Seriously. And she's usually fairly clueless about it. She doesn't seem to pick up on the other physical clues. She's just going blithely about her life until she starts throwing up, and even then, she convinces herself that it's just a stomach bug. That's not at all how it happened to me.

He quickly shut his mouth. He stood up and wandered around to digest. Noticing Gregory holding a book, he leaned in curiously. "What are you reading so seriously?" When he read the title of the book, he froze, completely speechless. "What is it that's got your jaw hitting the floor?" Adrian also wheeled over and raised an eyebrow when he saw the title—"Accompanying My Wife Through Pregnancy." Beside Gregory's hand were several other books that were bookmarked—"Complete Pregnancy Guide," "Weekly Recipe for Pregnant Women," and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding."

The bathroom smelled like a luxury spa; expensive, intoxicating, exactly the way I wanted to smell for him tonight. Pregnancy books kept warning that sex drive could crash, that husbands sometimes pulled away when the bellies of their wives grew round, that marriages drifted once the baby arrived. I refused to let that happen to us. I was Lorenzo DeLuca’s spoiled princess now. I intended to stay that way forever.

Everyone always tried to limit her by sending bodyguards to her. The only thing she needed to do was ignore them—just like she always tried to do. Her feet stepped down the aisle of bookshelves one by one. The smell of new pages made her feel at ease—calm and pleasant that she intended to linger there. Usually, she prefers to buy fiction books with the theme of love stories because she likes to spend time reading romance books. However, she passed through the hall this time without intending to find a book there. Her hand reached out and took a book with a pink cover entitled; Pregnancy and How to Deal with It through the first three months.

He huffs and kisses her temple, “Can I show them the book?” She looks at him, “There’s a section on pregnancy, maybe it’ll help.” She nods and he gets up and finds the book in their bags and stands to one side and tries to find the section he’d seen before. Serena scoffs, “If it’s about pregnancy, I know it all.” He sighs, “This is about Phoenixes, including their pregnancies. It might be different information.” She looks up, then at the book, then nods,

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

And she was requesting me of something easy. Marriage. A child. A future which she may not live to see. “Mother….” She cut me off. “It’s fine. I am no one after all. You can live your life how you want. I’ll soon be removed from it anyways.” Her words hit deeper than they should. This was blackmailing emotionally. And she knew it. I let out a long breath. "You're not being fair." “I carried you in my womb for nine months,” she said. “I brought you up single-handedly after your father passed away. Is this too much to ask?"

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.