Daddy Mommy Is Pregnant Again Novels & Stories

She and the pack doctor have become good friends, and I know Imyra will not let anything happen to mom. “She’s gonna be fine, dad,” I tell him. “I know I am just worried.” He says as he rubs his face. We both turn when we hear a squeal. Jordyn is running down the hallway with her two partners in crime right behind her. She just turned three and is growing like a weed. She looks more like Kylani every day, and I am actually thankful that she already has a mate. I watch as she jumps into dad’s arms, and he hugs her close to his body. He needs this right now. I see my gorgeous wife and her sister walking towards us. She throws me a smile that I return. I watch as she rubs her belly. We

I suddenly moved my cell phone away from my ear because of Mommy's sudden scream while she was calling Daddy. “Daddy! Daddy! We're going home to the Philippines now! Just get our passports and my LV bag, hurry dad. Jesus! Why did you tell me now that you've been swimming your sperm cells for a long time and now you've already conceived! My goodness, I'm already a grandmother. Hurry dad!” I just bit my lip because of what Mommy said last. She's wanted to have grandchildren for a long time so she has someone to go shopping with or travel with. She wants a lot of grandchildren? Can my wife handle that?

I am so glad she does not understand a thing Alexandra said. Yes, he gave birth to me and my twin, but our parent told my sister and me how tough it was for us to come into this world. Does that mean he will go through all that again? I walked into class on autopilot. Dad Jay is pregnant. The words kept looping in my head like a cursed song. I had only been away for one week. One week. I did the math again just to be sure my brain had not betrayed me. Dad Jay should be around forty three or forty four if my memory is correct. He complains about his knees. He complains about his back. He complains about waking up too early. And now he is pregnant.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

I sit down on the sofa and close my eyes. Please God, let this be the answer I want. The answer I need. The answer my family needs. Just this once. I swear I will never fuck it up again. I finger the envelope, holding all the answers. Finally, I rip it open, my heart pounds as I skim over the words. Positive match. Oh. My. God. There it is, in black and white. Jayden is the father of this baby. We did the impossible again! But will I get to be a mother to this tiny life inside me? How do I cope with the worry and pressure of an impossible pregnancy?

“Guys, I- we- I’m pregnant again.” Holy mother!

“Guys, I- we- I’m pregnant again.” Holy mother!

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

I'll need a few gallons of bleach for my ears and brain after this phone call ends. "Sorry you had to hear this, baby; it's just that your dad is a moron and won't get me the stupid melon, so the babies and I got a little frustrated," Mom mutters. I hear her footsteps, so I assume she's leaving dad behind to get some privacy. "The babies?" I ask, nearly choking on my spit. Please, God, if you exist, don't let it be triplets again. "Yeah," mom lets out a deep breath and whispers, "We're expecting another set of triplets."

I make it across the room and fall into the chair opposite him before my legs give out. ‘Is school finished?’ He tilts his head to the side. ‘Just a couple of finals to go,’ my stomach turns and I press a hand to my mouth. I can't throw up. Not in here. He’s frowning at me. ‘Ava are you sick?’ He demands, ‘you know better than to bring some human sickness back to the Packhouse.’ ‘I’m not,’ I stammer, ‘I- I mean, I am-’ I didn’t want to cry but the tears have already started. I don’t know if I can get them to stop. ‘Daddy, I’m pregnant.’