“Baby Mpreg Mpreg Book”

night when they would kiss and plot Snoke’s demise together. He remembers it all, their five years together and all the plans they had for the future, together. But he’d thrown that all away when he’d denied the call of the Dark, when he’d refused to kill his own father back on Starkiller base. Ben stands and stare at Hux for a little while. Hux stares right back at him. He doesn’t have his little smirk on his face, the one he only reserved for Kylo. His face his blank, his eyes tired.
Recently, they have even attempted to invade deviantART. They’ve spammed people with notes and comments, doing whatever they can to encourage people to submit poems to their contest in which everyone seems to achieve at least second place. The supposed prize for this contest is 100k. Some people, no doubt, are going to fall for their scam because of it all of the spamming they have done on Poetry.com. They’re going to be so delighted that they’ve placed in the contest that they, or their parents, will give away money because of it.
Birth of surpriseShe huffed and puffed and closed her eyes as a contraction came. All she could do was get through it. Alexis had more important things to do. It was CHRISTMAS, after all. The contractions had woken her up at about 4am, about two hours earlier than she’d wanted to wake up.
He gingerly crawled underneath the soft overhang of sheets, finding his omega sleepily burrowed into the soft folds of the blankets he had gathered. Jack recognized towels from the bathroom as well as a couple of the baby blankets and plush toys they had bought snuggled around Rhys’ body. One of Jack’s customary sweaters was stretched to its limit around the omega’s abdomen, the fabric riding up the underside of his belly and revealing a wide crescent of creamy white skin and pink stretch marks. Rhys’ long legs were pulled up as much as they could, clad in silky, stretchy blue shorts and of course, the socks. The omega had his arms around one of the large honeybee plushes they had bought for their child, his nose buried in the soft, honey-scented yellow fur.
Rubbing his stomach still, he swam over to some coral reefs and eased himself down to catch his breath. Swimming for long periods of time just wasn’t something he could do now that he had been able to do before thanks to his full womb. I bet she’s hiding somewhere and giggling at me. He pouted while he looked around himself.
…. So this one is a tad angsty in the beginning but don’t worry it doesn’t stay angsty for long. But oh my lord does it set Harry up to be the bad-ass, loving, protective, savior of the day that he is. Like damn this was just done so well. I fracking love this one, so hella romantic. (Mpreg! Draco)
Then when the baby comes, Cas is just holding him or her in his arms. Looking at it with pride. Dean standing next to the bedside looking down and wraps his arm around Cas’ shoulder. Dean makes a funny joke then makes a comment on how beautiful their child is.
I’ve never been in so much pain. She was stuck.. she wouldn’t move whenever I tried to push.. It hurt so Further things had to be done to get my daughter out.. clamps. Yes, clamps. I lay on a bed, with my legs propped up, with a doctor sat in front of me with a metal clamp inside of me. They ignored my screams of agony, I just lay there, helpless and in absolute agony, as they forcefully pulled my child out of me.
A mostly quiet birthHer nurses’ uniform had grown tight over the last nine months, but somehow she’d managed to squeeze her girth into the white dress. She stood at the emergency room counter, watching as a woman about her size was wheeled in, hissing and panting. It was obvious the woman was in labour, her partner panicking beyond belief as he followed along beside her.
As I said before, I understand, to some readers mpreg is strange. To picture a man waddling with a large stomach, it cannot be real or conceivable. But I ask the same question isn’t that what fiction and fantasy are? And to add another question isn’t the writer’s job to make it believable? And my answer is yes. Our job as the writer is to keep the reader engaged in the story we are telling that reading about a man getting pregnant is nothing but an everyday occurrence.