Daddy Mommy Is Pregnant Again Novels & Stories

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.’

] "Bright and early tomorrow, we will try again; you will have your morning wood, you will get on board mommy, push it in, pull it out, again and again. Then we will kiss, you will tell me how much you love your mommy. Your big, hard cock will find that entrance to heaven inside of me. Finally, that oversized babymaker of yours will proceed to fill my womb yet again with all of your baby-making sperm. You will have planted all of your potent seed in a warm, moist garden, certain that something will grow from the fertile land you seeded. Sure enough, five or six weeks later, we will do a home test, showing that I am pregnant...with YOUR baby. Soon, my belly will swell. In seven or eight month

Liam darted his eyes away from mine and it found its place on my stomach, before his eyes gazed back to mine. “I’m going to be a dad again.” He whispered and I nodded I’m going to be a mom again, this time every thing is going to be different, I am going to be happy, I was happy when I got pregnant with Ethan, but I was forced to hide it. Not anymore. Nine months Later..

“You are worrying me with the pausing.” Dominic chuckles as he places his hands on my belly. I guess that’s his favorite place now. “She’s pregnant, Dad,” the line goes quiet as I hear a sharp inhale of breath. “I’m going to be a father, and you’re going to be a grandfather.” I swallow as I see the unshed tears in his eyes.

I said. “Alright then.” He straightened his posture. “Tell me.” “I’m mated and pregnant.” I said in one breath and his face went so pale it scared me. “Daddy, say something.” “Adira, you’re what?” He asked shaking his head. “There’s no way I could have heard you right.” “I have a mate and we’re pregnant.” I repeated my voice squeaky and barely above a whisper. “I’ve been away for less that 6 months and you’re pregnant!” He exclaimed. “You’re just 21 geez Adira.”

"Can we go to the back garden, Mom?" "Sure, sweetie. But just for a little while. After this, I will take you to your room." The woman who was pregnant with her second child said yes. Now the mommy gently pushed the wheelchair following her son-in-law's request. While now on the other side, Keenan sat side by side with his daddy. The man who had been stretching long distances and high walls for the family looked nervous for a moment. Especially when his biological father turned his head with a smile.

“But you know what, baby?” “What?” “I want something special tonight.” “What’s that?” she asks, her voice coming in short breaths as I pound her. “I want to get you pregnant again. I want to watch your belly grow again with my baby in it. I want to make our family even bigger, Tia. You’re too good of a mother not to make another child.” Tia turns her face to mine and wraps an arm around my neck. “That sounds amazing. I’d love to give you another child, Daddy. You’re such an amazing father to Andrew.”

"LUNA'S HAVING A BABY?!" Emma squealed. Actually squealed. "Oh my GOD! Congratulations!" Sophia started crying happy tears. James and Sarah were grinning. Mason looked confused. "Wait, Luna's pregnant? Like, actually pregnant?" And Dad— Dad was crying. Full tears streaming down his face. "Dad?" I said, voice shaky. "Are you okay?" "I'm going to be a great-grandfather," he said, voice thick. "My daughter is having a baby." Mom rubbed his back, smiling through her own tears.