Accidental Pregnancy Stories Novels & Stories

I sat in the study, laptop open, searching for the name “Leah Moore.” No results. Nothing. Like she didn’t exist. But then something caught my eye a news article from two years ago. A woman named Leah Morris, missing after being accused of child trafficking. Her picture looked exactly like the woman we met. I looked at the clock. 2:13 a.m. I needed to tell Adrian. But before I could get up, my phone buzzed again. Another unknown number. Stop digging or you’ll lose more than the baby. I froze. My hands started shaking. I went to the bedroom and looked at Adrian, sleeping peacefully.

“It happened a month ago. Remember I told you that I ran into a room to save myself from that pervert? Well, a man was there and we did it. I recognized him from the bar as we held gazes a couple of times. But, I was drugged by that pervert so I can not blame the man, he did it to save me” “Wow. Why did you not tell me? Scrap that, do you plan on keeping it?” Mira asked and I could see that she was more agitated about it than me. I simply nodded my head in response “Well then, I guess we’d be a single mom cause where are we going to find such a man in this big city?” Mira laughed as she said that but I kept my mouth shut when I clearly knew where he worked. He probably was not ready for anyt

“Oh, we have a nanny, well two actually. They are going to live out here. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow night.” “I’ll look forward to it. Love you.” “Love you more.” The second I put the phone down, my whole body sags. I can’t tell her about being pregnant. I will tell her about the foundation problems but not yet. She has enough going on. She lost her baby. Lost her last chance. Had to have surgery to make sure it never happens again. And me? I get pregnant by accident. An accident, like it’s some fucking joke from the universe.

If I play my cards will, she will land on my lap like a dancer. "Yes, I wanted to explain what happened on our wedding day to you," Ariana began. "Go ahead," I said, and closed the gap between us, but left enough space so as not to make her uncomfortable. "Jeremy, I never cheated on you. I got pregnant by accident," she said, and I just listened. Yeah right. How does one get pregnant by accident? You slip and fall on a man's rod? I thought already criticising her explanation. "I went for a medical examination, but they mistook me for the surrogate and planted a man's seed inside me. The father of the child came looking for me when he found out. That is how I ended up here in this city," she

he says turning his seat away, facing the huge library of books. I nod, turning away, feeling my shoulders fall, it's not the first time, I've fallen pregnant, it happened once in my Senior year, we were young and in love and we automatically started having sex without protection, leading to me falling pregnant, he took me to some dodgy hospital and we got it done, the baby was dead.

Aiden said. "You remember how we met?" Ana asked as she could not remember what Aiden had just told her. "Yes," Aiden replied. "And now I am pregnant again and yet no idea when and how that happened. Am I going to wake up from sleep one day and find a baby sleeping next to me that will be our baby yet with no memory of how I went through a nine-month pregnancy and having a child?" Ana asked. "That will be the strangest story ever told," Aiden replied with a smile positioning himself well on the bed.

Paige pursed her lips, her complexion becoming grim. She found her sister's words frightening, but at the same time, she couldn't dismiss them as exaggerations. It could indeed be a real possibility. It might not be commonplace now. But In various historical dramas, isn't it common for pregnant women to have an accidental fall, resulting in a miscarriage? The reason it's not happening now is that everyone is leading ordinary lives without significant interests. Harming someone to cause a miscarriage doesn't bring any benefits. However, once there’s potential gains… it would be an entirely different story.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s going to be alright.'“ “He tried to kill me,” I blurted out. “He tried to kill us.” I placed a hand on my growing belly and let the tears fall. Isaac looked confused. “What are you talking about?” “The accident… wasn’t an accident.” I inhaled deeply and told him, “I told him tonight that I was pregnant, and he freaked out. He had me get in the car and he told me he was taking me to a “friend" to get an abortion, but I refused, and the next thing I know, he takes his hands off the wheel and we drive right into a giant tree!”

After 'the incident,' he gave me a long talk about not being ready for me to bring another being into the world, which resulted in me rolling my eyes and then having to run suicides for an hour every day for a month in addition to him taking away my phone and car. He was a good dad, and he did his best. It wasn't his fault that he had no one to help him raise a little girl. Can you guess how I was conceived? I'll give you a hint. It was the stereotypical football player and cheerleader story. Only in that one, the cheerleader got pregnant while she was still in college and then died during childbirth, leaving a little girl and a scared man all alone in the world with no one but each other.

Something moved in them – recognition, or something close to it, the specific look of a person hearing a sentence that has come from somewhere they didn't expect. "That's what Aiden said. I really don't know who my baby daddy is, and I got married on top of that. Now I'm with a child and having an affair with my sister's husband," she said softly. We looked at each other. I didn't say anything. The burner fired once more. The balloon held its altitude. The city glittered at the horizon, and the desert burnt gold below us, and the sunrise completed itself in the sky around us. Neither of us spoke for a long time.