Ari Fletcher Pregnant Novels & Stories

Cynthia asked. “Nothing at all. I have good news for you, Mrs. Ari.” “Good news?” Ari asked. “I ran several tests immediately you were brought in, and I discovered something.” “Tell me, doctor. What’s the news?” “The good news is—you’re three weeks pregnant.” “Pregnant?” Ari’s eyes widened. “That’s not possible, doctor. I did a fertility test three weeks ago, and it showed I can’t conceive. So how am I pregnant?” “Maybe the fertility test was rigged. I can do a scan for you if you want, so you can confirm what I’m saying is true. I think your doctor lied to you.”

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

I gesture down “...is cornbread fed and genetics. Hard work. Something you’ll never have.” Her mouth falls open. I lean in slightly, voice low. “And my name’s not Plushie. It’s Aria. Call me that again, and you’ll regret it.” I turn and walk off, leaving her stunned. Mom follows, whispering, “Well done, sweetie. But remember, you’re still messing with her husband.” I sigh. “Mom, she’s pregnant by another man. That’s not even Jalen’s baby.” She freezes mid-step. “What?”

“And then… more.” I paused. “She got pregnant.” Aria’s breath caught. “A week later,” I went on, “she slept with me. Told me the child was mine.” I laughed quietly, without humor. “What she didn’t know,” I said, “was that I was undergoing fertility treatment. Low motility. Doctors were… careful. I hadn’t even ejaculated.” Aria’s eyes flicked away. “When she told me she was pregnant, I said it wasn’t possible,” I continued. “Not because I wanted to accuse her. Because medically… it didn’t add up.”

"I think we need to talk." Her brow furrows in confusion. "Talk? About what?" I sit beside her, taking her hand in mine. "Viktor said something that... made me think. You've been sick, you're having cravings, and... Aria, is there a chance you're pregnant?" Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she looks as surprised as I feel. Then, slowly, realization dawns on her. She presses a hand to her stomach, her eyes flicking to mine.

Aria was holding her stomach. “So it’s true,” she whispered, a strange mixture of jealousy and cold fascination in her voice. “She’s carrying his child.” She stared at the image for a long time, then carefully slipped it into the folder. “This isn’t over,” she said, louder this time, as if the words had weight, as if speaking them would make them real. “They pushed me out… but they’ve only made me desperate.” She picked up the burner phone and dialed a number from memory. It rang once… twice…

Aria's eyes did not look at her. Aria just stared at her stomach, her mind was abysmally. There's a baby in her tummy, and the only man she's had sex with is Lucas, that's to say. She is pregnant with flesh and blood from Lucas. "Oh, God!" Aria's voice trembled, she raised her head to look at Megan “I'm pregnant! Megan? I…" "I know, okay! Calm yourself, dude everything will be fine!” Megan hugged Aria. She tried her best to calm Aria, because she knew how Aria was with her dreams.

“He is not stupid Maria, the resemblance is clear and how are you going to prevent them from seeing each other?” “So what do you want me to do?” I let out a dry laugh. “Walk up to him and say hi, you do not remember me but I'm the girl from the club you had sex with for money five years ago and this is Nicole your daughter, I know you said you are infertile but miracles happen. Is that what you want me to do?” “Not the way you put it but yes.” “Come on Emily, I'm being serious ,and stop pacing around, you are making me nauseous.”

" He got even more worried now, this wasn't normal at all. Sharon told her husband her own speculations of what could be happening to their daughter now, he was shocked too, the two decided to run the test on her or just to be sure of it. Aileen was examined and after a few minutes the doctor came back with the results. " Congratulations Mr and Mrs Fletcher, your daughter is one week pregnant, everything else is fine" the doctor went ahead and explained in detail about the dos and Don'ts for her now. The moment the doctor left they all resigned to reality, all too weak, tired and speechless. Her mother's knees gave away and she slid down to the floor, looking up at her who was crying profuse

She texted Layla. Felicity: I need help. Something happened. Felicity and the nurse had reached the elevators when Layla's response text came back. Layla: You okay? What's up? Her fingers hesitated above the keys. Felicity: I'm in trouble. Layla: Trouble? Felicity blew out a frustrated breath. Felicity: I'm pregnant. Jared doesn't know yet. Apparently I messed up the birth control pills somehow. I'm at eight weeks.