5sos Pregnant Imagines Novels & Stories

I asked him. He glanced at me a second time, I could sense the fear in his eyes. He started to speak very carefully: "We ran several tests. "For what? Food poisoning?" "No." He said, shaking his head. "Then what?" He hesitated. “You are pregnant.”

Serena said, pretending to sound hurt. “I feel so left out,” Serena whined playfully. Dhoti smiled widely. “If you really feel that way, you should hurry back right now, okay? We miss you too much.” “I have some good news for you as well, Dhoti,” Serena said, her tone suddenly brightening. “What’s that?” Dhoti asked, feeling a rush of excitement and a bit of anxiety. “I’m pregnant, Dhoti! And it's a girl!” THE END

I fell on the couch, dejected. “I cannot believe this,” Syrus muttered as he continued to stare at the pregnancy result on his hand; Georgia left it while she was leaving. “I think she is lying,” Syrus said, turning to Davis. The sound of Syrus’s voice literally made my skin crawl, and I wanted desperately to ask him to leave, because I was very infuriated. He was sounding like a teenage school boy who knew nothing about sex and how babies were made. “She can’t be serious,” Syrus said, even though he could not tear his eyes away from the result.

A wave of sadness crashed over me, and it was so powerful that my legs crumbled and I slid to the floor, with tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant now. I’m only eighteen, and I’m still just a common wolfless Omega maid that the whole pack loved to abuse and humiliate. I’ve been bullied and beaten my whole life for not having a wolf, and now…now this? Pregnant without a mate, money or husband, I was doomed. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could I bring a child into this kind of life? A life where they would be ridiculed, abused, and treated like dirt for being born to someone like me?

Mom broke down sobbing so hard that she nearly collapsed. "Leanne! Leanne! Please, you have to save my daughter! She's pregnant!" Adam's eyes were wild and bloodshot as he lunged toward the burning building, but the firefighters held him back. He screamed until his voice cracked. "Let me go! I have to save my wife!" Another hour passed before the fire was finally extinguished. The firefighters carried a charred, unrecognizable female corpse out of the rubble. Her belly was swollen and round, unmistakably pregnant.

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

"Let me go! I have a baby inside me! I'm pregnant with Theo's baby. You can't treat me like this. You can't treat a pregnant lady like this! I'll sue you for exacting violence against a pregnant woman! Theo! Theo, you can't just stand there watching them treat me like this! Theo, save me! Theo…!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'm pregnant with your baby! Please, Theo! On account of the baby, your one and only baby, don't be like this! Theo! I did so much for you, I gave you all I had! How could you treat me like this?" Soon, her voice faded into the distance.

and now I was slicing through the crowd of my fans. And it's even worse than the journalists and with my hangover it doesn't help with their incessant hysterical screaming. Sky I love you! Sky a spelling please! Sky! Sky marry me! Sky make me your sub like Anasthasia was in 50 Shades of Grey. No, she's lost or what, that one! Sky Kiss me! Sky! My idol ! SKY I LOVE YOU! SKY I LOVE YOU! AHHHH SKY! (damn she's going to break my eardrums this girl....oops! In fact it was a guy)

I felt my heart become lighter and gave Devyn a hug. Just like that, we consulted my Ob-gyne and our hunch was right after all. "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." The doctor smiled so Dionne quickly hugged me. She's happy, making me pregnant once again. I am seven weeks pregnant with Dionne's child once again. Five months of pregnancy...