Novel & Cerita Andrea Brillantes Pregnant

, Andre was shocked but surprisingly he was happy but would never allow her to see it. "How old is the child? How are you sure its my child?!" He asked. "I am four months pregnant and I want to raise my child with its father," she added. "You can't be here, go back to Italy and stay with my family". He responded by walking out on her. Shouting out loud, "I won't let you do that to me!. Andre! Andre!! Come back here." She was already crying. She felt pain and bitterness. Back in his car, Andre headed for Selma's house after calling to inform her he was on his way there. The pregnant woman was on his mind throughout his journey.

"Well, what else can you expect from a wealthy socialite? Her life is all about indulgence and fun. Don't worry about his money and wealth. I am the one who made sure he wrote a will to leave all of his money to his family because that's not what I want from him." Sierra didn’t react outwardly, but internally, she wondered—is that how the wealthy express love? "How old is your pregnancy?" Andrea shifted the topic abruptly, turning to face Sierra. "Six months," Sierra replied quietly, lowering her gaze. "Has the baby started moving?" She nodded softly. "May I feel it?" For a moment, Sierra hesitated to answer Andrea’s request. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to,” Andrea quickly concluded from

"Is she all right? " "Stable," he said. "And her pups same." Something moved across Vivienne's face. "Pups," she said. "She's. Briar is pregnant?" Vivienne turned her head toward the bed. Her eyes widened as they landed on Briar’s stomach. "Wait. Briar. Are you... are you pregnant? Oh my goddess. You are carrying Killian’s child?" Briar heard Vivienne's surprise and thought: she already knew. She has known for days.

"I'm so sorry for what you've saw, Brielle. Achilles and I didn't mean to let you see that. I mean, that was supposed to be our... secret." "Shut the fuck up, Anita!" Logan growled angrily. Anita only shrugged her shoulders as she smirked at me. A triumphant smile was on her lips. I badly want to wipe that out, but I have to contain myself for now. I am pregnant. My baby doesn't deserve to be hurt and be stressed in any form. "Brielle, Brielle, Brielle. I already warned you right? I can get everything that I want, and your husband's not an exemption." She teased.

“Before Andre continues, I have something to share, we have something to share, goodnews ofcourse” My head snaps toward her and for once I am so happy she made this moment about her. Andre freezes. “We are pregnant,” she announces, her voice ringing with excitement. “And we are getting married next week. We just couldn’t wait any longer to tell you.” Gasps erupt around the table. “Oh my God,” my mother breathes, her hands flying to her mouth. “Ella, Andre” “We wanted to wait until you were home,” Ella continues, squeezing Andre’s hand tightly. “We are both just so happy you are okay, Rosa. It felt right to share this now.” Ella adds

Milan realized she had not noticed the room’s darkness. Andrea must have seen her gaze drifting to the ceiling because she added, “Do you want the light on?” “No, not for now,” Milan murmured, already feeling drowsy from the residual effects of her episode. Andrea observed her. “The medications are kicking in, Milano. I suggest you sign up for antenatal care.” Milan froze. “Antenatal! Why would I need that?” Andrea’s expression softened but remained serious. “Because, signorina, you are pregnant.”

I said, making her mouth agape. She looks so problematic now. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rachel asked her. Maria massaged his temples before staring at me again. She calmed herself down before speaking. “Andrea, please don’t panic but I think you’re pregnant.” She said.

“You’re pregnant, Mrs. Leonardo.” Mia’s lips parted. A laugh bubbled up, shaky and filled with disbelief. “Are you serious? I’m pregnant?” The doctor nodded once more. “Yes, ma’am.” Andreas was still frozen. His brain felt like it had short-circuited. “Pregnant…” he echoed, almost mechanically. Then he looked up. “Doctor…she’s carrying my child, yes?” The doctor, slightly amused now, nodded again. “Yes, sir. Congratulations.”

Mrs Villanueva said. Andrea closed his eyes again, as if hearing the name annoyed him. “Mom…” “No!” she cut him off. “Don’t ‘mom’ me. You will sit up and you will explain to me why you would treat her like that!” Andrea let out a long breath, dragging his hand down his face. “I’m tired,” he muttered. “And she is pregnant!” Mrs. Villanueva shouted. “She is carrying your child!”. “Your child, Andrea! And you—what kind of man speaks to a pregnant woman like that? What kind of a man pushes her away? Do you know how she was crying?”

, Andrea yelled. "Hey, don't tell at me,I was hungry and also I'm pregnant and it's gonna affect my child If I don't eat"Lisa replied. "Your Child?,stop using the innocent baby as an excuse"Andrea said. "Whatever,"Lisa replied rolling her eyes. . . "Ugh!!!"Lisa shouted which made Andrea rush into the room. "What's wrong Lisa?"Andrea asked. "I don't know Andrea, I'm having a sharp pain on my abdomen"Lisa replied.