S'échapper Pendant La Grossesse Novels & Stories

I shoved the window open with a muted creak, my heart racing with each movement. Thankfully, I slipped through the narrow opening, brushing past the curtain and feeling the cool outside air against my skin. Looking down, I saw the pavement below. Would I make it? I had to try. I steadied myself and jumped, landing on my feet with a jolt. Pain shot through my belly, and I pressed my lips together, holding back a gasp. I felt contractions grip me, but I couldn’t allow myself to scream. I had to stay silent. Or else, tbey would know I had escaped. It would be better if tbey thought I was never there.

Suddenly, a violent spasm ripped through her lower abdomen, radiating straight up her spine with the force of a blow. Elena let out a sharp gasp of pain, her knees completely buckling beneath her weight. She collapsed heavily into the deep snowbank, her hands instinctively curling over her rounded stomach. The sudden acceleration of her pregnancy was no longer a theoretical threat; it was a terrifying reality. The concentrated power of Marcus’s anchored Alpha aura from hours ago had acted like an irreversible catalyst, forcing the royal pup to mature at a supernatural speed. The intense physical stress of her escape, combined with the freezing temperature of the blizzard, had triggered her l

So quickly, I ran in the direction of the forest, slapping away any shrub that stood in my way. Thirty minutes into my escape, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, I ignored it thinking it was just the sudden pump of adrenaline in my body but the further I got, the stronger the pain became and I realized that it wasn't my stomach that was hurting, it was my lower abdomen My heart shook as I realized this could mean bad news for my baby. What if something was wrong with it? All plans of escape left my head as the only thing that my senses became interested in was my baby's safety.

Throughout her pregnancy thus far, Jasmine felt as if she was in prison because she did not have much freedom. She wondered how the York family would treat Serenity. Would Serenity also be restricted to only looking after the bookstore like her? “You’re past your first trimester, right? The pregnancy should be stable. You can go out and get some fresh air as long as it’s not a dangerous place. Don’t tire yourself out though. When you’re in your late stages of pregnancy, it’s best to avoid traveling far.”

I woke with a sharp pain in my stomach this morning. I knew it was time. My baby was coming into this world. I had asked for books on child birth months back and for once the monster had delivered. I have read everything he brought me dozens of times. However, nothing could have prepared me for the actual event. The cramps intensified and I struggled to the bathroom. After I relieved myself and started to make my way back to the bed I heard a pop and instantly felt liquid running down my leg. I filled the bath with warm water and grabbed the only two towels I had. One to bite down onto, and one to wrap the baby in. I began pushing once my contractions started happening every minute. All boo

"I can't believe Madison was so ruthless with herself. What if the baby actually died and Mr. Hartwell left her?" The other one laughed mockingly. "I heard the baby isn't even Mr. Hartwell's. If she miscarried, she could get rid of that woman and use Mr. Hartwell's sympathy to get pregnant again with a real one. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?" I listened quietly, then let out a soft laugh. My steps did not slow as I walked resolutely toward the airport.

“So I'd advise you to tell him before he finds out for himself. That's your only chance to keep your baby safe.” I nodded and thanked her as she rushed to leave but as soon as she shut the door, I pressed my lips into a thin line with only one thought on my mind. “It's enough time to decide how I'm going to escape from this hellhole of a pack.”

Since the baby was not showing yet, I can go back and put a lot of things in place to make sure I escape peacefully. “Let’s go home”

The little heart softly beat to show it was there. I was a mother… yes, the baby was only three weeks old, but alive. Those motherly instincts set in as soon as I knew I was pregnant. I had to get away. The top deck would be less guarded, but the drop was higher. While the bottom deck risked the chance of being seen, it was easier to jump off of. I weighed my options. As I looked at the staircase leading towards the top deck, my hands felt unsteady. I decided it would be the best way to escape.

I left them without saying goodbye, I abandoned them. At that time, I was not in the right frame of mind, all I knew was that I was in pain, I wanted all the pain to go away, and the only way I could think of to escape the pain was to stay away from it. I didn't plan to be away for a long time, my plan was only for a month or two, but it happened that I found out I was pregnant so I was away for almost two years because of fear that I will dissapoint my husband again if the pregnancy didn't go well and I am so scared to even ride a plane knowing I have a fragile baby in my womb. I can't bare to lose it... again.