Chica Is Pregnant Novels & Stories

Kiara said and shooed her patent away. Everyone laughed and left the hospital. They all congratulated Thomas and Mila in advance before heading home while Mila and Thomas went directly to the marriage bureau center. In the other ward, Chloe was getting treatment. It was so painful that she began sweating. After the treatment, the doctor came with her report in his hands and said, "Miss Chloe Anderson, you are four weeks pregnant". Chloe was shocked when she heard this, she looked at the doctor with an open eyes before laughing out loud, "You must be joking, how can I be pregnant? She asked.

Claus felt a knot forming in his stomach as he leaned in, eager to hear any news about Mia's condition. The doctor continued, "We've run some tests, and it appears that Mia is approximately one month pregnant." Claus's eyes widened in surprise and shock. He stammered, "Pregnant? Are you sure?" The doctor nodded. "Yes, our tests are quite accurate. You should be aware that her current situation is delicate, and she needs special care. We've also noticed signs of alcohol consumption. It's crucial for her health and the baby's that she refrains from alcohol completely."

Text from an unknown number. I opened it. The message makes my blood run cold: “She’s pregnant, you know. The girl. About 6 weeks. Thought you should know before I kill her. -M” Below it, a photo. Mia, tied to a chair in a room. Hand touching her stomach. Where a baby, my baby, is growing. She’s actually pregnant. Not from the IVF that hasn’t happened yet. From me. From that night in my office. And Max is going to kill her.

Chelsea finished in a whisper, a naughty smirk in her eyes. "I must admit that... that you being pregnant... with Jimmy's baby no less," Chelsea smiled at Deborah's words and looked down at her own tummy, rubbing it affectionately. "Was the last thing I expected when I came to tell you about Jason and myself." Chelsea looked up from her tummy and smiled at Deborah, shrugging her shoulders.

i knew i went out of place by calling the man he hated dad but he didn't even wait to hear me out first. "Rica,it will be alright,calm down,he will be back," Mica told me reasuringly as she munched down the food in front of her like a wolf. Two weeks ago when Mica found out that she was pregnant, she was overjoyed and so was i.i was finally going to be a god mother. We were standing in the kitchen, the omegas couldn't make Mica's food because she kept complaining and kept getting angry at them,they knew of her condition and they were happy for her.

“She’s living with Ares now. Has been for a few weeks. Word from our overseas contact says she’s pregnant, about four weeks along.” The sound of that word, pregnant hung in the air like a shard of glass. Bianca turned slowly, the hem of her robe whispering against the floor. Her eyes, a piercing silver gray, found Colt’s face. “Pregnant,” she repeated quietly, tasting the word as if it were something bitter.

“And once he finds out you’re pregnant, everything will change. All this anger and coldness—it’ll vanish. Just trust me.” Elena’s breath hitched as hope flickered in her chest. “Then I need to tell him. He has to know I’m pregnant.” Emma gently squeezed her hand. “Not now, Elena. You’re not in a state to face him. Please, rest tonight. Tomorrow, you can talk to him—when you’re ready.” The Next Day Standing before the towering gates of Stephen Industries, Elena placed a protective hand over her stomach. She took a deep breath, determination hardening her resolve. “No one will stop me from seeing Stephen,” she murmured to herself.

One month later… The sun spilled gently over the courtyard, warming the air as laughter drifted across the garden. It was a day none of them had imagined they would live to see, a day not of blood, or battles, or loss, but of beginnings. “Tasha,” Kachi whispered as she smoothed the white fabric draped across her chest. Her fingers trembled slightly. “Are you sure about this? I mean… look at me. I’m already pregnant. People will talk.”

Tristan looked at the bag of medicine in Crista's hand. "Chica, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Crista shook her head. "I'm fine." When a waiter came over and gave them the menu, Tristan asked, "What would you like to drink or eat, Chica?" "Just a glass of milk, please." She couldn't drink coffee because of the baby in her belly.

which adds a little to my celebrity life. -Come on, let's go inside, baby, she continued, pulling me by the wrist and heading inside. Marvy is waiting for us... No, but what cheek.....I said to myself, while I stared at her with all the contempt in the world. Why aren't there psychiatric centers for horny and mentally disturbed fans? I push her away violently...which makes her sway a little. -Don't fucking touch me! Go look elsewhere! I gritted my teeth, my face threatening.