Accidental Pregnancy Books Novels & Stories

Theo frowned at Jeff's words. "I did not have to persuade her. I was just lucky. ” “ Really? ” “ Like you don't know that random pregnancies happen all the time. ” “ That's what all the women who sued my clients for substantial alimony claim. In my experience, almost all so-called accidental pregnancies are intentional. ”Theo sensed that Jeff would say something like this. "Yes, my friend, only you forget that I have much more than Josephine's pregnancy than she does. I'm pretty sure she would never use such improper means. ”Jeff leaned closer to him. "Are you sure about that?"

Or maybe I just wasn't the kind of girl that people noticed that way. I glanced down at the book in my hands, tracing the edges of the worn-out cover with my fingers. I could use more writing to pass time. At least books didn't judge. They don't whisper about you behind your back, or remind you that you were sitting alone on dinner night while the rest of the world paired off like it was some teenage romance novel. I flipped the book open, trying to disappear into the pages, but before I could even focus on a single word, a voice cut through the cafeteria noise.

" I turned and walked away, not daring to look back. I was afraid if I stayed any longer, I would make another mistake. I did not expect Henry to spill everything to Macie, though. When I saw the messages on my phone, I thought I was hallucinating. Henry: [Wendy, I didn't know you cared so much.] Henry: [You're right, we shouldn't hide this from Macie. I just told her everything.] Henry, that idiot! What exactly did he tell her? Did he mention that night? I rushed home in a frenzy, a sneaky thought gnawing at my mind. Maybe Macie did not even like Henry. Could I like someone she did not care about anymore? Could I just pick up someone she had discarded?

It was even much more worse than I had imagine. I never imagined a pregnancy to be involved. A pregnancy which he had refused to take responsibility for. He didn't like kids. I had just found out after unintentionally getting pregnant for him. What was the use of staying with a man who doesn't want children when you're carrying what he never wanted?

Hey Wonderful readers. (Besties) Can I call you that? I hope you let me do so because you have helped me become a better writer and I am so happy to have you in my community This is to joyfully (With as much glee as I can muster) announce that this is book two of Accidentally Married. (Drum Rolls Please)

"I was happy. We were going to have an additional member in our small family." I remembered the hospital visit, the confirmation of my pregnancy. Six weeks pregnant. But my joy was short-lived. Traffic delayed me on the way home. Alex was already there, angry. He accused me of cheating as soon as I walked through the door. I tried to explain. The hospital visit. The pregnancy. But he didn't listen. H pushed me down. He punched and kicked me. I tried to cover my abdomen. My baby. But it was too late. I bled.

"Yes. You're pregnant, Miss Folwell." My world stilled. Everything stopped. I'm pregnant. And the father is my best friend's fiancé.

He quickly shut his mouth. He stood up and wandered around to digest. Noticing Gregory holding a book, he leaned in curiously. "What are you reading so seriously?" When he read the title of the book, he froze, completely speechless. "What is it that's got your jaw hitting the floor?" Adrian also wheeled over and raised an eyebrow when he saw the title—"Accompanying My Wife Through Pregnancy." Beside Gregory's hand were several other books that were bookmarked—"Complete Pregnancy Guide," "Weekly Recipe for Pregnant Women," and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding."

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.