Accidentally Pregnant At 43 Novels & Stories

" What?!" " That's not the shocking part yet. The things is that after I was abandoned by the altar, I mistakenly got married to a stranger. I don't remember much because I was drunk at the bar and..." Emily wasn't able to complete her sentence when she was interrupted by Tricia's repeated words. "Whoa! You got married to a stranger? You got married to a stranger?!" Emily nodded to her words. The news came as a shock to Tricia. After staring unbelievably at Emily, they continued their walk home.

Then the emcee, clearly lacking tact, closed the segment with, “Let’s give another round of applause to the happy couple! May they soon be blessed with a child!” The crowd burst into the expected cheer and applause. Adora blinked in surprise and muttered, “Are they actually planning to have a kid?” A nearby guest overheard her and turned to ask, “Didn’t your brother tell you? Your sister-in-law’s pregnant. That’s why the wedding happened so suddenly.” What?! Adora’s eyes widened in disbelief. “The bride’s in her forties, isn’t she?” she asked, unable to hide her shock. “Forty-six. But as long as she’s not in menopause, it’s still possible to get pregnant. What’s so surprising? She’s rich and

Immediately, he looked at the doctor and asked, “Is it possible to get pregnant even if she’s taking contraceptives pills?” The look on the Doctor’s face made his jaw clenched. He did not like the stares he was giving as it seemed like the doctor was judging him! “It is. Even if you use a condom, it’s still not a hundred percent sure that she won’t get pregnant,” the doctor answered sternly. Crumpling the papers on his hand, he averted his gaze and asked again, “What will happen if she accidentally took those pills while pregnant? Is there a possibility that she will have a miscarriage?”

Human biology textbooks didn’t exactly include a chapter titled “What To Do When You Accidentally Get Pregnant With an Alpha Werewolf’s Superbaby.” I didn’t know if I was ready to carry a child at all, let alone a pup, and especially not now, with war looming over our heads like a storm waiting to break. The fear hit me in layers: shock, disbelief, confusion, then this heavy, sinking uncertainty I couldn’t quite name.

Bella blinked in confusion. “Pregnant? How is that possible? She said she couldn't have children. She tried in the past, and nothing happened. What do you mean she's pregnant? She's forty-five.” The doctor looked annoyed. “I am a specialist, Ms. Bella. I wouldn't lie about something this serious.” He adjusted his glasses. “And why are you saying forty-five like it's the end of the world? As long as a woman is still having her period, pregnancy is possible.”

I put my phone down and focused on Jace, helped him build his imaginary house where we all lived together and everything was simple and fixed. That evening after Jace was asleep, I sat on the edge of my bed and felt it again. The cramping in my abdomen that had been coming and going for days. Sometimes mild, sometimes sharp enough to make me catch my breath. Stress, I told myself. Just stress. But Sarah's voice was in my head. *You're pregnant.* I pulled out my phone and looked up my medical records from the accident, reading through them again even though I'd already memorized every word. Single intrauterine pregnancy, eight weeks gestation, no cardiac activity detected, spontaneous miscarr

One moment bled into the next and soon, we were tangled in my bedsheets. In the morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and a sickening sense of dread but Megan was gone. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, my head in my hands. “Fuck.” I muttered. I've just made a terrible mistake. (END OF FLASHBACK) ***** I shook my head slowly, as if doing so could undo the past. “No,” I said hoarsely. “That’s not…it can’t be.” Megan’s face didn’t waver. Her hand still remained on her flat stomach. “It’s true, Eric,” she said softly. “I’m pregnant.”

Elena's POV On our eighth anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. That same day, my phone buzzed with an alert from my husband’s car tracking app. His car had exploded. My stomach dropped. Tears blurred my vision. “No… please, God, no.” After eight years of marriage, four miscarriages, and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep, I finally had another chance to be a mother. But Adrian wouldn’t be a part of it. Our baby would grow up without a father.

she said, scrutinizing me intensely as she brushed past me, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her. “She's gone now. So speak,” he said as he gestured towards the closed door. I stepped forward to him with raised shoulders. “You seriously don't recognize me? The woman you had a one-night stand with three weeks ago? The one you kissed like your life depended on it?” “Oh. I get it all now, so you are one of those women. Look, if you're here to fantasize or pretend we had something—” “Don't insult me,” I snapped at him. “I didn't come here to play games with you. I'm pregnant. With your child. That night between us. It was unforgettable to me.”

Of course I won't do that now because I'll wake my daughter and it has taken a while to get the curious bambina to sleep. It was after I found out I'm pregnant. We seriously didn't expect it and a lot of denial and several doctors later it was confirmed. I got pregnant at the age of fifty three. Many doctors couldn't believe it. People thought it impossible but from what life has taught me, anything is possible. Nathan and I had a child at an age we didn't think we would. We got drunk and reckless. Like the first one, we just never learned our lesson. But I am not complaining. I am happy. I am content.