5sos Pregnant Imagines Novels & Stories

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× 5 Days later ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× ROSE'S POV I have been sitting in the bathroom going through the 5 most longest and intense minutes of my life waiting to know if I am carrying another life in my womb, the heir of our kingdom , my child.

Having sex with Edward Jones made it feel like I just had sex with Hawk Andrews but in a very different way. I just can't help it, all I see when I look at Edward Jones is Hawk Andrews. I know I was scarred already. Part of me knew this would always happen. I wish I could find love, I know Alphonso won't want me. Who in his right mind will want to be with a pregnant girl. I am sure Edward Jones would not want to be with me if he ever finds out I am pregnant. But I was going to enjoy this while it lasts.

Today I am going to see him again and I can't help but feel scared and on edge, will he be able to tell that something has changed? My name is Victoria Carson and I'm the worst girlfriend in the world. "Honey if you keep staying up there I won't be able to take you to school today" my mum's voice rang through the house. "I'm coming mum" but I hadn't even moved an inch as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, making sure I looked perfect and nothing was out of place. Today had to go smoothly to avoid Bruce finding out.

She don't smells like a normal human, she has another smell " Artemis said and I mind link my beta. " Athonio I have a puzzle that you need to solve for me" I said through the mind link. " Is it about your mate?" He asked " Yes Athonio." I replied " How about her?" He asked " She's pregnant and the pregnancy is a threat to her life." I said and the word threat left a sting in my heart. I just found her ,I can't to lose her .

"That’s... that’s me." The recording continued, the voice of a five-year-old Dark Thorne reciting a nursery rhyme in a flat, monotone cadence. It was the sound of a child who had already begun to lose his soul. "...nine, ten, a big fat hen. Ten, nine... the stars are mine." The screen shifted. The drone feed vanished, replaced by a single image: a digital countdown clock. 00:14:59 "He’s here," Iza whispered, her hand clutching her stomach as a sudden, sharp pain flared through her abdomen.

"You didn't know? You helped her steal from me for years. You lived in that house, watched her manipulate my father, watched her spend my mother's money. And you expect me to believe you didn't know?" Silence. Then, quieter: "I was a child twenty one years ago so how am I supposed to know?” She let out a sigh of resignation. “I know this is all messed up. But I'm pregnant, and I'm in here, and I need…" "Need what? Money? Help? Sympathy?" "All of it," she admitted, her voice breaking. "The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Silas can barely afford rent on his salary. I don't have anyone else to ask."

“He doesn’t know it’s a boy either, she had the ultrasound last week.” Ezra is quiet for a moment. “He’s going to come back,” he says. Not as comfort, just as fact. The kind of certainty that comes from working for Ocean Moretti for five years and believing certain things about the man down to your bones. “I know,” I say. “She knows it too. Right?” “She knows it.” I pause. “She’s just tired, and scared. And five months pregnant in a tiny cottage in Surrey with a chess board she can’t play properly and a calendar she avoids looking at.” I meet his eyes. “She needs this to be over.”

"We're about to close," she said. "But I can get you something quick if you're passing through." "I'm looking for someone." Kael's voice came out rough, urgent, and he forced himself to slow down, to breathe, to not scare this woman into shutting the door on him before he'd even asked the question properly. "A young woman. Dark hair. She would have arrived here around eight months ago, pregnant, alone."

She looked radiant—flawless makeup, soft lighting, one hand resting meaningfully over her still-flat stomach. “I never wanted it to come to this,” she said, voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. “But Damien Voss deserves to know he’s going to be a father again. I’m eight weeks pregnant. And despite what the tabloids say about his engagement to that girl… I believe our child deserves a chance at a real family.” The headline ticker screamed: **DAMIEN VOSS BABY MAMA WAR EXPLODES — TWO PREGNANCIES, ONE EMPIRE.**

She opens her eyes, moonlight spills across the inside of her tent and there written in blood across the canvas wall are six terrifying words. Fail tomorrow… or your child dies.