Melodramatic Short Stories & Scumbag Pregnancy Novels

Two years ago, I got pregnant for the first time. At ten weeks, a silver lock-shaped charm appeared outside our front door. There was no shipping label and no sender. Ian Shaw laughed at me for worrying. He said a friend had probably sent us an early gift for the baby. But that night, I developed stomach pains. By the time I reached the hospital in the early hours, the baby no longer had a heartbeat. A year ago, I got pregnant again. I told no one, not even my mother. In the eighth week, an identical silver charm appeared in the nursery we hadn’t used yet. The doors and windows were locked, and the security cameras showed no one entering. That time, I fell in the bathroom and lost the baby too. Now I was pregnant again. Before dawn in my seventh week, a nightmare woke me. My fingers touched something cold beneath my pillow. A third silver lock charm lay there. I held it in my shaking hands. Who was trying to kill my baby?

My husband's first love gets engaged. To make her regret it, he abandons me, his newlywed wife, and joins a research project down at the southern tip of the earth. I've made 999 attempts across several years to visit him, with each one ending in failure. After five years, I stopped going. During a lively birthday party, he suddenly shows up. When he sees my slightly bulging belly, he howls in anger. "I spent five years at the research base, and not once did you care about how I was doing! Who's the father of the bastard child you're pregnant with?" "It's none of your business," I calmly reply.

During the compulsory medical exam for freshmen when I start university, I am told I'm pregnant. The hospital demands four thousand dollars for prenatal tests and another 15 thousand dollars for pregnancy management. When I refuse to pay, they threaten to have me expelled from the university. I grit my teeth and pay the 19 thousand dollars. I'm also required to go back for prenatal checkups every month. The day before my due date, the hospital tells me to get admitted and prepare for delivery. The next morning, the doctor tells me I can leave. Then, I receive a notification from my bank stating that a delivery fee of ten thousand dollars has been deducted from my account. I laugh and call the police. "The hospital performed an illegal gender reassignment surgery on me. They made me, a man, give birth!" Seriously, I told them from the start that I'm a male student.

I was eight months pregnant when I told my mother-in-law I’d eaten the prenatal meal my husband prepared for me. She immediately called the police and said I was in danger. I told my husband, a homicide detective, about his mother’s strange reaction. His expression changed, and he sounded frantic. "Run! Get out as fast as you can! That house is dangerous!"

Carl Larson's intern is about to die, and her only wish is for him to sleep with her once. I disagree, and he says I'm petty. "It's just a one-time thing. She's about to die! Why do you have to assume I'm up to something dirty?" Is that so? I've seen them together more than once, though. I later agree, and he's relieved… until he sees me lying on his operation table for an abortion. He widens his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I smile. I want him to murder his child. I want him to regret this for life.