Romantic Pregnancy Care Husband Novels & Stories

Zackary Dixon, my husband, and I had been married for seven years. We finally had our first child. When I shared the pregnancy result with him full of joy, he frowned and asked me. "Whose child is this?" I froze. "Of course, yours." "We've been married for seven years without any children. I went on a business trip for two months, and you have a child. Are you joking?" Hearing these words, I was taken aback.

If he gets mad at me because of this, I'll have nowhere to go to. "You need to be transparent and direct, Mrs. Hampton. He is your husband and I believe he loves you. This is the time to prove his love for you. It will be a pivotal moment between you and your husband. Tell him now so both of you can focus on taking care of yourself and plan how you want to approach parenthood," Dr. Liam said. "Is everything alright?" Julian who was uncomfortable with the silent conversation going on between the hot doctor and his wife stood up and walked toward them.

He prescribed a bunch of medications and spoke to me in a serious tone. “You really need to take care of yourself. This pregnancy isn’t stable yet, so you can’t afford to be too stressed or overworked.” Seeing the worried expression on my neighbor’s face, I explained to the doctor, “He’s not my husband. “My husband’s away… on a business trip,” I added. The doctor nodded and went over some other precautions. “Make sure you share all this with your husband. He needs to start learning how to take care of a pregnant woman.”

With tears in his eyes, he hugged me, saying he would never let that happen in his lifetime. After we got married, he chased away all the women surrounding him. When a beautiful, young she-wolf confessed her feelings to him, he expelled her from the pack. Not only that, but he also began to build the largest amusement park in the Wolf Tribe to commemorate our love. During our seven years together, he showered me with so much care and affection that I felt like the happiest she-wolf in the world! Three months ago, I became pregnant with our child, and he became even more concerned for me—he wouldn't even let me do stuff myself, even for things like drinking a glass of water.

My husband looked shocked and didn’t know how to respond when she whispered, “Just go along with it. Or I’ll look like a pathetic pregnant woman here without a husband, just like the woman earlier.” Then my husband awkwardly smiled at the doctor. “O-of course. I will always be at my wife’s side,” he said, stuttering. Disappointment flashed across my face. Always at his wife’s side? I was the patient the doctor mentioned earlier. The woman who came alone. The so-called loser. And now here was my husband, accompanying his childhood sweetheart and claiming her baby.

I replied in a child-like tone, while my hands rested on his chest. “Okay then, I would make sure you aren't stressed.” He replied seductively, holding my waist from behind. His bare chest was against my chest, so that I could feel the heat within. “Roman, I think the baby and I want you.” I remarked, fleeting my eyes together. As I held his hand before he stood up. “My wife has become very naughty since you got pregnant. Craving your husband isn't a crime.” He muttered, before he leaned closer.

Encourage your girlfriend to stay active, but remind her to listen to her body and not overexert herself. I imagined us strolling hand in hand along a sunlit path, the gentle breeze caressing our faces. Zara’s mile would radiate joy and contentment as we took each step together, our love intertwining with the rhythmic beat of our hearts. The Doctor ‘s voice became softer, yet filled with unwavering assurance. "Finally, emotional support is crucial during this time. Pregnancy can be both exciting and overwhelming, so be patient and understanding. Show her love, affection, and reassurance every day."

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

And I love the idea of our family growing. There’s a beat of silence before he continues. “But if you are pregnant... we need to be extra careful. Especially with these questions Rosa mentioned." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking we cut the honeymoon short. Go home, make sure you see a doctor, get back to our security protocols." His thumb traces my cheekbone. "I know it's not romantic, but-" "It's practical," I finish. "And it's the right thing to do." He pulls me close, and I settle against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

he fired at me, a tone he had never used on me before not to mention the disgust in his eyes. “Yes, we've been married for three years now but what's there to show for it? Nothing but series of miscarriages upon miscarriages! You can't even birth a single child like your mate do and you want me to stick with your sorry ass? Well, I'm sorry but your sister here has done something that you couldn't do, the baby we are celebrating today belongs to me!" I already know that but I don't know why it still hits me so hard hearing Lennox say it directly to me in such a cold, brutal Unremorseful way.