Accidentally Pregnant At 43 Novels & Stories

Vanessa The news caught us by surprise. How could I be pregnant? At my age? “That’s impossible, doctor. I’m at a high-risk age. How could that be?” I asked, knowing it was an ignorant question. “Yes, you are at that age, and pregnancy is rare, but not impossible. You’re still fertile and healthy.” The doctor smiled as he checked something on the board. “You need to make an appointment with an obstetrician and they will check on you and give you instructions on how to take care of your pregnancy properly to avoid any complications.”

“I’m Dr. Tee. You have a mild concussion and facial trauma, but you’ll heal. There’s one more thing in your bloodwork.” My heart stopped. “What?” “Your HCG levels are elevated,” he said slowly. “You’re pregnant. Probably about two weeks.” Pregnant. The word felt unreal. Two weeks. The night Darcy and I made love, when I’d regained memories. The timing matched. “Congratulations,” he said awkwardly, knowing what a mess this was. I felt sick. Pregnant in prison. Accused of kidnapping. Alone. Tears blurred my one working eye. Three years ago I was pregnant in prison. They told me my baby died. Now it is happening again. The same nightmare repeating.

That was until sometime before her anniversary with Henry, when she realized she was pregnant. Henry had left on a business trip, while she went on a camping trip with Zach for forty-eight hours. Halfway through it, they were still out in the wilds when they ran out of contraceptives, but she threw caution to the wind. In the ensuing passion, she forgot about it altogether. When she came to her senses, it was the third day—she thought she would not be that unlucky, but her worst fear came true anyway. She was pregnant. Even if she took the morning after pills after that camping trip, it was already too late.

I was getting pissed off at the way he was acting. "You never called!" "Oh fuck you I did! I found out on my freaking birthday I was pregnant K. At the age of nineteen, I woke up vomiting thinking it's a stomach bug but the look in my mother's face said it all. I fell pregnant as a teenager, something she didn't want to happen to me because she went through it." I whispered remembering that morning.

“Hi, dearest. How are you? How is my grandson in there?” Oh, yes. About five months ago, I discovered I was pregnant, and the news brought nothing but joy to my new family. How it didn’t happen earlier with all the unprotected sex Gabriel and I were engaging in was beyond my understanding, but our child was more than welcome no matter the timing it chose. “We’re both good, thank you. Hi, Gemma!” I hugged the best mother-in-law one could wish for. “Welcome, sweetheart. You two are good?” I smiled in confirmation. “Everything ready for tomorrow?”

It shouldn't have been difficult but thinking back to all those years ago as a frightened seventeen-year-old who had just discovered her pregnancy, Amelia could almost feel the fear and complete horror of finding out she was carrying! "When I discovered my pregnancy, I lost everything, and I never try to find the Alpha it because I know he will also consider an abortion like other's. The thought didn't linger very long obviously, but at that time I was all alone in a foreign country. I love my Alec and Ethan very much but at that very second. I didn't want them."

Escaping being raped by him that night was a narrow escape. I kicked his groins, and ran out. When his dad arrived from work, I explained everything to him but he didn't believe a word. Till date, I had no idea what Carter and his dad fed my mother with. She wouldn't hear my side of the story and I left home. That night wouldn't leave my head for years, until I met Ryan. Shit! How the hell did I miss a number? I intended to message Ryan, not this man. On second thought, I feel glad the mistake happened.

She was just some random woman I accidentally got pregnant with. I looked at her bulging stomach and sighed. I realized I shouldn’t be here. There was no point in maintaining contact with her. Our conversations should be limited only to the child. Nothing more. “When are you due?” I asked, and began to rise on my feet. She looked thoughtful for a while before answering my question. Then, she followed my lead and rose, too. But acted like she was swaying. I knew she was faking it and only wanted to get my sympathy. I wouldn’t be fooled by her act, so I ignored her.

Something flickered behind his eyes, though I couldn’t fully read it, and I pressed forward before he could interrupt, understanding I had limited time left before his patience for this confession fully expired. “I found out I was pregnant three months later.” My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach, the familiar gesture grounding me through the rest of the confession. “Quadruplets, the doctor told me, which felt like some cruel joke at the time, given everything else my life had already put me through that year. I built a business, slowly, carefully, trying to prepare myself for raising four children alone, in a world that had already taught me not to expect help from anyone.”

Although Cara hasn't always worked towards the dream, with many pregnancies scares, the 23-year-old is lucky to not have been pregnant at 17. She had offered herself to get carry a baby for a stranger a few weeks, and she didn't even understand the gravity until now. Cara is actually pregnant, she has something growing in her. "What are you going to do?" Cassie walks over to the bed and places the pregnancy test on the nightstand. She then proceeds to sit near Cara who's lost in thought. She places her hand on the side of Cara's face and pushes it on her shoulder. Cara shifts closer to her friend, and put her head in a more comfortable way on her shoulder, as Cassie runs her fingers through