Romance Novels Pregnancy Novels & Stories

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.

“I appreciate that you want me to be your first but I will ask one more time… Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to be the mother of our child?” I felt her shiver against me and my body reacted to it. A slight hint of pride moved through me that I may have a reaction to her. “Yes, Anthony,” she whispered my name. I sighed and felt a warmth wash over me. Fuck, she was going to be the death of me. “Alright.” I rubbed her waist, feeling her up. “We will go on our honeymoon and don’t worry, baby. I will make your first time feel good. I promise to bring you so much pleasure on our honeymoon.”

” Eren left a step back. For the first time, he seemed shocked. “That’s not him.” Noah before me didn't turn around. He only held my arm firmer. But I felt it. His whole body begged. Because he also recognized this shirt. This night. This baby. A flash of memory hit us both at the same time. The hospital. Not to Jonas. Later. After everything. After the summer house. After the first end. I'm pregnant. For the last time. Noah sleeps next to me in a chair.

she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning. I staggered slightly under the weight, blinking at her. “What are these?” Jessica beamed, looking far too pleased with herself. “Books on pregnancy, of course! I want you to finish reading them all. There’s so much to learn about what’s best for the baby!” I stared at the stack, the titles screaming words like ‘prenatal nutrition’, ‘what to expect when you're expecting’, and ‘perfect parenting from day one’. Inwardly, I cried.

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

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?"

Sasha asked. “Roland is a very wicked man. He doesn't love me, and yet, he got me pregnant!” She snapped. “No, babe, I love you so much. I love our unborn child too. It's just that I gave you what you wanted, and you demanded for another one.” Roland explained. Sasha knew this was one of the pregnancy mood swings, and she pitied Roland because Annabel was one problematic woman.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

EPILOGUE NOELLE'S POV One year later. The morning light came in soft through the curtains of our bedroom. I woke slowly, feeling the warm weight of Roman’s arm around me and the quiet, and the small, unmistakable curve of my stomach beneath his hand. I was pregnant. Five months along. Healthy. Happy. Still sometimes in disbelief. Roman stirred behind me and pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “Morning, my daelt wife,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.