Thirsty Early Pregnancy Twins Novels & Stories

"It's a plot twist. You love plot twists." "Not when they involve my uterus," Aria said. Liam opened his book. "Statistically, the highest risk period is the first twelve weeks. We're two-thirds of the way through. If we make it to the second trimester, the probability of viability jumps to 85%." "See?" Emma said. "Liam has the math. Theo has the tea. I have the distraction." She pulled out her phone. "I found a video of a baby panda sneezing. It's ten minutes long."

He simply looked at Aurora. For some reason, Hazel's words made his chest tighten. Night fell. Aurora grew sleepy much earlier than usual. Darius helped her upstairs to their bedroom. After Aurora drifted off to sleep, Darius remained seated in the chair beside the bed. On the bedside table lay the pregnancy guide the doctor had given them. He opened it. Page after page, he read in silence. Then his eyes stopped on a single paragraph. Twin pregnancies increase the risk of developing blood pressure disorders during pregnancy.

“You look like you fought a bear and lost.” “I feel worse,” I muttered, dropping into a chair. She ran a few tests while I tried not to cry on her floor. When she came back with the results, her face was serious too serious. “Okay, mama,” she said carefully, “you’re pregnant with twins.” My mouth fell open. “Twins?!” “Yes, ma’am,” she said. “But before you start shopping for double strollers, listen to me your body’s under a lot of stress. You’re showing signs of a threatened miscarriage. You need rest. No stress. No drama.”

“So I could have you even longer.” “It could be perceived like I trapped you.” A half-smile pulled on his lips. “I don’t give a shit. Because we both know it was me who trapped you.” Seeds of hope started to flourish. I could have stayed away from him for years and I’d still love him. There was no getting over him. At least he was happy about the pregnancy. “Twins, huh,” he rasped with admiration. “Can you feel them yet?” I chuckled low. “It’s too early, but sometimes I swear I feel something.” I beamed at the feeling of it. “It’s probably an upset stomach although I did read that with later pregnancies you can feel it as early as thirteen weeks.”

"I've been researching while you were gone. Twin pregnancies in the First Blood line are documented, though rare. And I found a few—very few—accounts of hybrid twins." "What do they say?" I asked, leaning forward. "They say it's going to be challenging," Perla admitted. "The energy drain will be significant, possibly more than you can sustain even with the tonic and Ares's support through the bond. You'll need to be very careful about overexertion, and you may need extended periods of complete rest as the pregnancy progresses." "How extended?" "Possibly the last two months," Perla said, watching my face carefully. "I know that's not what you want to hear—"

"Do you really think I'm going to let you cum?" "Yes," Sylvia said, kissing her twin again. "Why?" "Because," Ruth pouted. "Teasing me like this is bad for the baby." The two women instinctively rubbed their bellies. Both of them were carrying my child, of course. My future children. All the women in my harem were. According to the statistics, it's much more likely for twins to have twins. It was still too early for tests to tell, but that was my hope. Maybe even two sets; each twin carrying twins.

"There is something else I need to tell you both." Both. She was looking at both of us. I felt something cold begin at the back of my neck. "The twins are strong," she said. "Exceptionally strong. Stronger than would be typical at this stage." She paused. "In cases like this, with wolf bloodlines, we sometimes see what we call dominant pairing. Two strong bloodlines in the same womb, each asserting itself." She was still looking between us. Her voice was even and careful and entirely professional. "We ran a preliminary genetic screen when she came in. Standard procedure for multiple pregnancies."

Tuna and chocolate spread on crackers. Elizabeth’s POV - 36 weeks into pregnancy. “Hi Sweetheart.” Rayne says, as he enters my office. I had just finished performing Christina’s ultrasound. “How are they all doing?” he then asks. “Mom’s are all well and the babies are thriving.” I told him. “I still can’t believe it. They are all expecting twins and are approximately 36 weeks pregnant.” He smiles at me. We examined Melissa’s birthday pictures together. Every mated female who was there fell pregnant that week. With twins. It’s too much of a coincidence not to have had the goddess’s involvement. Thankfully, I worked that night.

Eventually function somewhere around noon, when the worst of it had passed, and my body agreed to be inhabited again. "It's worse than with Adrian," I told Dr. Rose at the twelve-week checkup. My voice was hoarse from weeks of it. "Significantly worse." "Twin pregnancies often are." She reviewed my weight chart without any attempt to soften what she was seeing. "Double the hormones means double the symptoms. You've lost six pounds instead of gaining. We need stronger anti-nausea medication." "I'm already taking medication." "Different medication. And if that doesn't control it, we'll consider IV fluids to maintain hydration." She made notes with the efficiency she brought to every problem. "

“I’m uncertain if your husband's doctor explained this to him. But even if his sperm count came back low. There is still a high chance that you could become pregnant if you didn’t use contraception and he ejaculated inside you, multiple times. All he needed was one strong swimmer to reach the finish line and by the looks of your HCG levels, he may have had two.” My brows crease, creating a V shape above the bridge of my nose. Doctor El Nazari chuckles at the confused expression plastered across my face. “Your HCG levels appear to be twice the normal level for a singleton pregnancy.” “Meaning?” I swallow thickly, aware that the nausea tablet is now failing me. “We won’t know for sure, but I’m