Romantic Pregnancy Care Husband Novels & Stories

I touched my belly, and he touched over my hand. "They will be healthy and safe if I take care of myself." I smile to him. "And stay away from alcohol of course..." he adds with a sad smirk. I breathe out a sad laugh. "I'm so sorry, Joel. I really am." I tell him and he smiles at me, "You're going to be an amazing mother, Rebekah Mayer. And I'm going to be your loving husband and an amazing father to our pups as well." He says and I gasped. "H-Husband?" I stutter and he winks before grabbing me into his arms and smashing my lips to his tightly. I felt a bubble of warmth flood through my stomach and I curled my fingers into his hair. "Some day." He promises and I nod as he wraps his palms aro

She gently caressed her growing stomach while saying, "Yes, I do." Their laughter broke out with the absurdity created by the husband during the prenatal period. How could a husband propose to his wife again in the midst of pregnancy? But Leon didn't care. He wanted to carve memories. Things he thought were unimportant were now priorities, considering his time with his wife was always full of trials. "I hope you'll grow old with me, Darling." "I hope we can be together to see our grandchildren, Darling." Cheers and applause accompanied the sweet kiss from the husband and wife who rekindled their love.

In order to appease and comfort his wife as well as to divert his wife’s focus, Apollo Frias decided to hold a little chit-chat with the doctors and nurses. “You’re such a romantic guy, Mr. Apollo… It’s such a luck for Mrs. Columba to have a husband like you…” said one of the doctors. “I love my wife a lot, Doctor… I can’t live without her… This is our first son… I don’t want to miss any precious and valuable moments…” mumbled Apollo Frias while looking at his beloved wife romantically. “Yeah… Women who are giving their first births like this require the love and attentions from their husbands…” responded one of the nurses.

Stanley explained with a teasing smile. “You don't need to teach me about that! I know better how to do it!” Jacob said annoyed. "Hahaha, okay I understand. Alright, enough for today. I will give you the recipe that your wife should give you for the next few days. As your friend, I suggest you postpone your honeymoon until your wife is completely recovered from her postpartum period. Because if it's not there will be a big risk for the uterus later," Stanley explained. ***

"I don't know if I'm going beyond your job description, but are there any effects on a pregnant woman who is going through heartbreak?" The doctor didn't take his gaze off me. "I might need specifics." "Nosy idiot," I muttered under my breath and said, "Well, the father of my baby doesn't want me. He's moved on to someone else," I said, trying hard to appear as nonchalant as possible, but the doctor could see right through me. "It matters, Camilla," he said, surprising me by taking my left hand. "For a high-risk pregnancy like yours, you need your partner's support, love, and devotion. A pregnant woman needs to be happy and cared for."

“No. No way. You missed work the first day, and the day after that. I’d rather not be here to see you miss the next, because you aren’t going to. I can accompany you to work if I want to now, that’s how strong I feel. I’m better now, and you Mr Alpha, you’re going to work.” Roman sticks a foot against the door and renders all my light pushing useless, not budging an inch even as I apply more pressure. “But what if the baby decides to grow again the way he did last time?” “We still have weeks ahead of us for that, Roman.” My husband pouts, his face scrunching in the most handsome way yet somehow managing to make it cute. “I wouldn’t be here to protect you, or help.” The way Roman stares deep

She swallowed the rest of the scotch in one go, as if she needed it to keep herself together. “You know you’re not supposed to be drinking,” I added, my eyes dropping briefly to her stomach. “It’s bad for the baby.” That did it. She finally turned to look at me. “And when did you start to care?” she asked coldly. I shrugged. “I don’t,” I said honestly. “But you’re carrying my husband’s child. So whether you like it or not, you need to take care of yourself.” I turned toward the door, done with the conversation. Done with her attitude. Done with pretending this situation wasn’t completely twisted.

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.” The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger. Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

Even though she had been right there in that bed, so physically close to him, he felt as if she were miles away. He couldn't explain why, but deep down, he had this overwhelming feeling that he was about to lose Bridget forever. Justin, noticing Tristan's distress, boldly spoke up. "Mr. Barnes, if I may say something... Whether it's the second trimester, third trimester, or postpartum recovery period, a husband's presence is extremely important for an expectant mother. After all, with the influence of pregnancy hormones, depression during pregnancy is quite common..." After saying this, Justin tactfully excused himself.

Damian countered coldly. Caroline let out a heavy sigh, turning toward Ethan. "Ethan, your father is right. A wife is the reflection of her husband's devotion," she said softly, though her eyes subtly flickered over to Damian. "If a man fails to offer his wife the security she needs and does not cherish her properly, how can he expect her to blossom into her best self for him?" There was a strange undertone in her words, and for a long second, Damian’s eyes locked with Caroline's before he abruptly looked away.