Novel & Cerita Accidentally Pregnant At 43

His eyes sharpened. “There’s something else,” he said. “She’s pregnant. Twenty-three weeks in.” Fred froze. “What?” The doctor crossed his arms. “Yes. I don’t know the full story, but I need to ask, what happened to her? Falls like this could have ended very differently. It’s lucky the baby wasn’t hurt. But she needs to be protected. Safe.” Fred’s throat went dry. “It was an accident,” he murmured. “She fell.” The doctor studied him for a long time, then nodded.

He answered then walked towards me before helping me with standing up. I am already 5 months pregnant. Quite surprising because of my age. I am already at my 40's and is turning 41 next week but we made it possible. Why not? I still can carry a child so who says we won't? There is no such thing as late. Everything takes time. That's what I learned from all of these things that I am facing now. "Why are you smiling suddenly? Is something up?" Cosmos asked me that brought me back to reality.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

Thirteen Years Later “Arriana, Trisha, hurry up and we might be late!” Shaina called the two girls. “Hey, don’t stress yourself.” Travis hugged his wife from behind. Shaina calmed down when she felt her husband’s arms around her. She smiled as his palm caressed her large belly. Yes, after fifteen years, she got pregnant again and it was a miracle. She thought that she was about to get menopaused because Trisha is now a teenager before she got pregnant again with their 4th baby, even though she and Travis wanted a new baby for a long time.

I went to an art gallery event after years of struggling to sell one piece without success, met a stranger, followed him back home, and had unprotected sex with him and now I'm pregnant with him. What would people say? What would I tell Gina? For real she would be disappointed. How could I be this careless? ***************** I stumbled into the apartment in a daze. Gina looked up from her phone. “Hey, you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I dropped onto the couch, my whole body was literally shaking. “Gina… I’m pregnant.” She blinked. “What….What?” I swallowed. “And… it’s triplets.”

Tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Xander. My childhood friend, my first crush—the one who got away. Except now, I’d found him again, after all these years. And the timing was…less than ideal. He was married. Married. The word tasted bitter, like it shouldn’t belong in the same sentence as his name. I didn’t even know when it had happened. How long had it been since he’d tied the knot? Why hadn’t I been there, part of his life, the way I always thought I would be?

Janet was pregnant with her third child, which happened to be an accidental baby, as they were both in their forties and hadn't actually been trying for children. Looking at her made me think of that strange dream I had when I'd gone into a rut, where Revon had told me that he was pregnant with our child. It sent a pang of sadness through my heart, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would have looked like if that had been true. If that was what he'd been trying to tell me before my damned phone died. If it had been true, our kid would have been the same as Jericho, despite Jericho being their uncle, and they would be friends. Revon would have my ring on his finger, and I his. I'd be the

The harsh reality hit me like a ton of bricks: I had made a grave mistake, and now I was paying the price. I I felt like I'd made a huge mistake and decided to confront Knoxville about it. But then I received a message from the hospital, reminding me that I had to go back for my test results. I had forgotten because I left in a hurry the day before. As I opened the message, my heart sank. The news only added to my troubles: "You're pregnant." I couldn't believe it. How could this be happening now, of all times? I felt overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.

Why am I being pursued by misfortune? I couldn't take a breath as I clenched my teeth, holding the pregnancy report. I was slamming the steering wheel. Fuck! Will I have another opportunity to have my kid if I get an abortion? I’m already 35 years old. The chances are quite slim. Wow, Javier even has a younger wife who can bear him five children. Although I am now only capable of bearing one or two because of my impending menopause. My most recent moniker is Misfortune. No, I cannot abort. I’ll just state that the kid is for Javier.

“Think about it. You’ve always had a thing for Evan Blackman. You told me about it more times than I can count—how you’d go breathless just seeing him in a magazine, how you felt like melting whenever he looked your way. So… why did you walk out on him?” I didn’t answer immediately. I couldn’t. My eyes dropped to my fingers, fidgeting with the hem of Maria’s throw pillow. A thick silence hung between us until I finally let out a long, shaky sigh and looked up to meet her gaze. Maria didn’t waver. She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “Katie, if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that sometimes the universe throws us a bone in the middle of chaos. You lost your family, your m