Books About Unplanned Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Poppy doesn't need to worry about Jim. Poppy hastily picked up the book after making sure no one was watching her. The book describes pregnancy planning and prevention when the couple is not ready to have a child. Her hands moved swiftly to flip the book page, and her eyes read every word she wanted to know. “Why isn't there? All of the contraceptives listed here could get me caught if I use them.” Why would you want to use a contraceptive? Asked a familiar voice behind her. Poppy almost shouted as she heard his voice so close. She was so astonished that she threw the book and let it fall to the floor.

Azaan jumped into her arms and they walked away to the kitchen. "This is what I mean when I say that he needs a mother Aayan. Do it for him, if not for you. Just think about it. Here, if you are ready to look at it. I have to go now. I will see you later", she told me putting an envelope on the table that consisted of a girl's picture but I couldn't take it. I couldn't let another woman in my life after what happened to my Zainab. Flashback It was our second anniversary when she found out that we were expecting. We were so happy to hear that after the doctors told us that she couldn't have a baby.

She made a scene at the café and attracted a lot of attention from the audience. Because she was pregnant, I controlled myself and refrained from doing anything stupid. Leave her baby daddy alone? She didn't need to tell me twice. I told the guy that I was not up for dealing with baby mama drama, so just like that, what we had was over, and I have been single ever since, trying to avoid any more drama from anyone. Thank God I had no attachment issues, and the relationship between us was not that serious, so it was easy to cut them loose. I never expected love but still, it was disappointing when things ended badly. I guess I had no luck with men. Reminiscing about the past was making me nerv

What he didn't know was that the woman, once told she might never conceive, was now carrying his child. "Baby, you've been distracted all month. Are you still worried about not being able to get pregnant? I love you. As long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter if we never have children." His gentle voice filled my ears. I stared blankly at him, only to notice the book in his hands—The Pregnancy Guide. The memory of the hospital surged up all at once, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. River must have noticed the change in my expression because he quickly tried to cover the book title. "It's for a distant relative—an aunt of mine. She's having a geriatric pregnancy, and her health is f

The memories are tinted until all I can remember is the bridal chorus and the orchestral singing in the church as my best friend walked up the aisle to meet him. The ultimate level of betrayal. I clench my fists, and my jaw tightens. Three years later, and now he wants to draw me aside and talk to me? I let out a laugh, still marveling at the absurdity of his claims. We were perfect, but he had to ruin it. And even if he didn’t, we just weren't going to work out, I think to myself. Just shortly after he got married to my best friend, I realized that I was pregnant myself. And not for him.

Stephanie’s lessons, the revelation about our baby, and even Ryan’s reluctant agreement to the class—it all felt like progress. As I passed by his personal study, something caught my eye. I paused, my hand hovering over the doorframe, before stepping inside. The space was neat, just as it always was, with Ryan’s desk dominating the room. But it wasn’t the usual arrangement of files and serious-looking books that drew my attention. No, it was the colorful, almost comically out-of-place addition sitting atop his usual book on military strategy. I stepped closer, tilting my head to read the title. The Magic of Fairy Tales for Unborn Babies.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

"I can't believe Madison was so ruthless with herself. What if the baby actually died and Mr. Hartwell left her?" The other one laughed mockingly. "I heard the baby isn't even Mr. Hartwell's. If she miscarried, she could get rid of that woman and use Mr. Hartwell's sympathy to get pregnant again with a real one. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?" I listened quietly, then let out a soft laugh. My steps did not slow as I walked resolutely toward the airport.

He looked so at ease as he made the bed with nothing but a very small towel on, and the mere sight of the body that had given her so much pleasure made her ache even as doubt reared its ugly head. What had she done? Not the sex; that was pretty much inevitable. But how could she open herself up to an unplanned pregnancy? Hadn't she had enough heartache? A child! Something she'd once wanted with every fiber of her being would be the worse thing to happen to her now. She could barely take care of herself; what if...

I’m completely drained. Was it my lot in life to have unplanned pregnancies? First with Noah and now this one. I stare sightlessly at the tiled floor, thinking back. Ethan and I had unprotected sex once. I was supposed to take a morning after pill, but I completely forgot. By the time I remembered, a few days had already passed. I told Ethan about it. I expected him to be angry about it, but he wasn’t. Instead he calmed me down. We both reasoned that it was unlikely for me to be pregnant.