Rumbling Stomach Newborn Novels & Stories

I stood in front of the mirror in our room and lifted my shirt. There it was, a small curve. My stomach was not flat anymore. It rounded just under my ribs, like I had swallowed something warm and it decided to stay. I pressed my hand to it and felt a kick. Stronger than last week. Alpha babies grew fast. Everyone knew that, but I just didn’t think it would be this fast. The problem was not the bump. The problem was the heat. For weeks the paste my aunt made me had worked. Gray and thick and smelling like ash. It dulled the scent. It hid the light. Now it was burning.

Anthony strolled off, locking her there in the dungeon. The roughness of her breath began declining. The pain in her stomach alleviated a bit, but the pain all over her body and ass remained intense, with strong dizziness joining the pain. Now breathing fine, she placed a hand on her stomach. Her baby was moving inside her. Kayla chuckled softly only to end up in tears, sniveling. She ran her hand gently over her stomach, hoping to keep her baby calm. The baby was in pain.

My stomach rolls and I wonder if it's because of nerves or the possibility of a baby starting to form in my womb. He reaches down, his long arm reaching for the test. He holds it where we can both see it. There in black letters are the words that change our lives forever. Pregnant. Without a doubt I realize I'm carrying the next generation of Heaven Hill, and as it dawns on me, I scramble out of his embrace, getting to the toilet in just enough time. When I'm done, I grab my stomach, rubbing in a circular motion to calm it down. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and slowly. The final ride starts now… CONTINUES IN VOLUME 6 BISHOP

I thought it was hungry worms, or gas, or stomach muscles tensing from stress. "I thought it was worms," I said honestly. "Worms?" "Yes. I thought I had an upset stomach, or that there were hungry worms inside." The doctor laughed. For the first time, her tense face softened into something warm. "That's not worms, Miss. That's your baby. He's kicking, moving, and trying to communicate with you." I stared at the ultrasound screen again. The fetus moved again. Its small hands clenched into fists, then opened. Its tiny feet kicked and kicked.

"Nyx! He rolled!" He was on his belly, head held high, looking remarkably pleased with himself. "Three months old," Nyx said. "Normal babies don't roll until four or five months." Over the next days, rolling became his obsession. Back to front. Front to back. Over and over, squealing with delight. And he talked constantly. Well, babbled. Long strings of sounds. "Babababa. Dadadada. Mamamama." I talked back, treating his babbles like conversation.

His stomach… It kept making a noise that I could not understand. As I watched the giant's eyes widen and his stomach rumbled, he began to slowly back away while holding me. My brows furrowed in thought as I puzzled through what was happening to him in this moment of such importance. Uncertainty shrouded us both as he nervously glanced around, unable to comprehend the sound which continued to echo throughout the room. His gaze then shifted back towards me as if expecting an answer, however I could only give him a stare of curiosity.

Just silence. The kind of silence that felt comforting instead of lonely. I rested both hands on my stomach. Immediately, something kicked me. I gasped. Then frowned. Another kick. "Ow." Another one. "Excuse me?" The kicking continued. I stared down at my stomach. The baby clearly wasn't interested in peace and quiet. I rubbed the spot gently. "You've been causing trouble all day." Another kick. A stronger one this time. I narrowed my eyes. "Oh, so now you're talking back?"

I flopped down on the bed while Gunner kicked off his shorts and turned off the lights. I turned onto my side so that Gunner could curl up behind me. My small body fit perfectly with his, like we were truly made for one another. With my head resting on Gunner’s arm and our fingers interlocked, he used his other hand to rub slow circles on the mound of my stomach. I have been feeling the baby move more and more as the days passed. And right now, its little limbs were pounding against my uterus where Gunner’s hand was roaming. We giggled and laughed, marvelling at the strength of the pup's kicks.

The baby cried a bit as he fussed with his arms flailing around him. "Why does he always do that?" Andrew asked. "Do what?” “ Cry like that. Is he hungry or something? I just fed him." "He must be a bit cold," I explained. "The thing about infants is that you have to keep them in a state where they are constantly reminded of the womb they came from. The reason why they're always uncomfortable is because they don't understand the world outside," I said as I stood up and picked up the swaddle that I used.

Not only was my stomach growing larger, but it was paining me. Something was terribly wrong. I sat in pitch black coolness of the cave with perspiration pouring off me as if I was sitting in a sauna. Not only was my stomach cramping to the point it took my breath away, but the baby was moving around like a scuba diver fleeing a shark! I had no clue what to do to ease the pain, nor did I understand what was happening. I was frightened. I wanted Jack.