Romance Pregnancy Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Yes, please. I need you to pump it all inside.” The words hit like lightning, painting visions of her belly rounding with my baby. I roar, erupting deep within her, painting her walls. I collapse against her back afterward, still buried inside. My hand drifts to her abdomen. “When you mentioned that… were you serious?” Color floods her face as she nods. “I stopped taking anything months ago.” My cock twitches back to life. I growl low. “Then I’ll fill you every chance I get. Even when you’re carrying my child, I’ll keep breeding this sweet pussy so you always remember it belongs to your father-in-law.”

Unfortunately for her, I'd grown immune. Across from us, Ophelia smiled politely. “Oh, how do you two know each other?” Before I could answer, Tanya practically bounced forward. “Oh! I'm Nova's older sister, Tanya Pierce.” She offered her hand. “A pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine.” Ophelia shook her hand. “And congratulations on your pregnancy.” “Thank you.” Tanya rested a hand over her stomach again. “My fiancé and I have been trying for over a year. We were starting to think it might never happen, but thankfully the gods had other plans.”

Her plan was disrupted by him, so now she had to make him agree to the divorce as soon as possible as her stomach was getting bigger day by day. If one was observant enough, one would see that her belly had grown a little bigger. She didn't have much time anymore. Restlessness prevented her from finding solace in sleep. Instead, she unlocked her phone and logged into her private spam account, which was not followed by anyone. She treated the space as a virtual confessional, her personal diary. In her page, she poured her soul into pregnancy diaries, chronicling the weekly transformations of her unborn child. Each entry resonated with the sheer joy of impending motherhood.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.

'I can't believe I fell asleep packing my clothes,' I yawn. 'Your body is busy creating our little baby. It's normal to be tired.' Ace smiles. 'How do you know?' Ace pulls a book out from his suitcase and passes it to me. I read the title out loud. 'All You Need to Know About Pregnancy,' I say, giving him a look. 'Have you really been reading this?' 'Yep. You've been falling asleep early each night and I didn’t want the TV to wake you, so I thought I'd read. I saw this book when we went shopping the other day and I thought it might be a smart idea to read it.'

My heart was racing as I crossed my legs and wrapped my hands over my chest, fear in my eyes, especially when he stood tall over me as I lay helplessly on the ground. My mother didn't say anything about how she ended up having a baby for a vampire, but the more I think about it, the more it becomes clear how everything must have occurred. It can't be far away from rape. One of them must have raped her, and she had no other choice but to keep it a secret and suffer from the trauma alone. That was the only explanation for a mated wolf like her to have a baby for someone else—unbelievably, a vampire.

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.

Looking out across the harbour she smiled, her thoughts happy imtil she went below to put her meagre shopping away. Placing the fresh cherries she’d bought in a bowl on the draining board she pulled a bimch off. Fruit had been the only thing she could eat, and that was for the child growing inside her. Carefully she sat on the dining seat, the small bump in front of her already hampering her movement in confined spaces. She touched the yacht’s wall with loving fingers. This was where she’d conceived, not that it mattered. It would seem that only she cared about this child. She rubbed her hands over the small bump affectionately. Boy or girl, it wouldn’t matter to her. Funny she thought, once