Pregnant 소설 & 이야기

"Congratulations dear,you're a week pregnant" * * *

As best I can, I try to process it, but the word keeps going round and round in my head. Pregnant. I am pregnant.

Luna Layla waddled down the hallway, her pregnant belly leading the way. Her baby bump was noticeably larger now, and her overall appearance had changed significantly since her pregnancy had advanced. Her once-slim figure had given way to a rounder, more curvesome shape, and her face had taken on a radiant glow. Despite the physical changes, Luna Layla's beauty still shone through. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her bright eyes sparkled with a warm light. She moved with a slow, gentle grace, her hands cradling her belly as if to protect the precious cargo within.

" Zeus willing to break up his marriage ? Could it be? Was Zeus going to fill a divorced to Claire? Kyla patted her arm. Alright, I'll leave you alone. Get some rest. It's forbidden for a pregnant woman to be stressed, so don't work too much because it might affect the baby. It's your first three months of pregnancy. That's why you need to eat healthy food to develop the baby's brain. You'll experience morning sickness, dizziness, and maybe mood swings, so don't be surprised if you feel more emotional now. Just take care of yourself, especially if your husband doesn't know.

NATALIA’S POV Living with pregnancy is underrated, I never realized that until now. It sucks to be pregnant and at a point, you had feel like to ridding yourself of it, having a good night's rest, and then putting it back on again. My breathing had been coming out in pangs since I laid down on the bed in an attempt to sleep, and the whole way I could breathe well was when I sat down on the couch which was not a suitable place to sleep, far from it.

Moore eyed him and sounded displeased when she asked, "Why did you come home so late? Aren't you worried about leaving your pregnant wife at home alone?" He shifted his brows as he swept his gaze over onto Summer, but she looked away, avoiding his eyes. "She's already four months pregnant, and her tummy is showing, yet you dared to leave her home alone. What if it was slippery, and she slipped and fell?" Standing up for Summer, Ms. Moore said sternly, "Pregnant women are incomparable with regular women. Their movements are slower. She's carrying such a huge tummy, and if she falls, do you think sh

-He sat down in front of us at a desk and told me, sir, what can I do for you? -Well for starters we are from New York and we are looking for a young lady by the name of Margaret Monroe she is maybe in her early 20's she is slim and quite fine looking but since we came here we were informed that she took a flight which destination we don't know yet so we wanted to come down here to see if she could help us. -It says Margaret Monroe in design function but I think that's a girl who married Damian Hills a few days ago. -I was really surprised and so was Cristian.

“We are going to attack tonight. Elm and Ash will be here with Poppy.” “Take care of yourself and Zephyr, alright?” Said the beautiful woman with a sleepy voice. We kiss for a while and I let her go back to sleep, lethargic is one of the early symptoms of pregnancy in my kin, as the mother needs all the strength later on to give birth to a healthy pup.” When I go to the lounge room, Elm was on the phone, while Zephyr and Azolla Supreme go into technical once again. The man looks at me and asks me to go to his seat.

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

I froze. The word hit me like a punch in the chest. Pregnant. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think. My mind replayed everything, the blood, her screams, her calling out for her baby before she passed out. Her baby. I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. She was pregnant. But whose child was it? Mine? Or…