Dean Winchester X Reader Pregnant Novels & Stories

"What's wrong with me?" "You're pregnant," Ava said, the two words falling into the quiet room like heavy iron weights. "Six weeks. The pup is healthy, Kaira... but its aura is unmistakable. It carries the Alpha bloodline of the Golden Pack." The world stopped. The crackle of the fireplace, the howling mountain wind outside, the sound of my own breathing—everything vanished, replaced by an agonizing, deafening ringing in my ears. Liam's child.

She swallowed then lowered her gaze even lower, her eyes tracing his torso all the way to his feet. “I don’t need to remind you of what happened that night in the forest,” his breath hit her skin, hot and heavy. “So I don’t think I need to explain any further why I’m expecting a child from you.” “What?” Her eyes widened in an instant, Eliza immediately meeting his gaze. Her guts curled in his response, sending a wave of regret towards her as she quickly looked away from him again. “I’m not- I’m- I’m not pregnant!” “Then,” he moved his hands to her chin, forcing to meet his gaze again. “We’d simply have to get you pregnant.”

I stared at them coldly, like I was watching a circus of clowns. Vincent did not look up, just calmly flipped open the medical chart in his hands. His tone was utterly flat as he replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gallante. I can't issue that certificate." He paused, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses. "She's three months pregnant. It's a boy." Fiore's smile froze instantly, while Marco's parents stared in shock. Marco's face turned beet red as he rushed to my bedside. He jabbed his finger at my nose and roared, "Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! She's been taking the birth control pills I gave her every day! There's no way she could be pregnant!"

I nod and stand there staring as another nurse swings around the corner, putting a chart on the counter. Someone calls out to her, and she turns, leaving the chart. Unconsciously, my gaze falls on the sheet clipped to the chart. It reads: Rowena Archer, pregnancy test positive. Ultrasound results confirmed. I stare at the paper until it blurs. The words pound my mind. Pregnant, Pregnant, Pregnant. Is it Micah's? Has he been seeing her behind my back? Has she been back in Alastair for some time, and I was protected from it? Or more like was it hidden from me so that Micah could be with his ex-girlfriend, his true love?

I didn't shut down the damned Tv. I let it be and flared even more. What the fuck! He got me pregnant, discarded me like some dirty garbage and thinks he can just start a new life with another woman?! Oh, he just did Serina. And you're nothing but the biggest loser ever. The door opened and I looked back to see Austin walking over with a suitcase in hand, hair disheveled, and tie undone. His suit was wrinkled and he looked tired. Poor guy, he must just be coming back from work.

Her heart still hurt but she was glad she summoned courage to leave the company and out of Clark’s sight. Just when those thoughts rolled out, the doctor returned beaming with smiles at Denise. “Ma’am, you need to avoid stress” he said handing over the results to her. Denise rose from the bed and collected it. Her eyes widened and a cold shiver gripped her body. Every other noise tuned down and Denise could only hear hers. “ Four weeks pregnant?”

Both men stepped forward at the same time, blocking the doctor's path. "Who's the patient's family member?" the doctor asked. "I am!" they both said in unison, causing the doctor to pause in surprise. "You both are? Alright, then let me ask this instead—who is the patient's husband?" Andrew stepped forward. "I'm her fiancé. Doctor, how is she?" The doctor smiled slightly. "First of all, congratulations. Your fiancée is pregnant—she's three and a half weeks along. However, due to inadequate nutrition and extreme fatigue, she fainted."

Julian, my perfect husband. I imagined him discovering me like this. Night dress raised. Fingers in between my pussy folds. Rather than shocked, I imagined him dropping down to his knees in front of me, an amused smile playing around the corners of his lips. In my fantasy, Julian spreads my thighs and puts his mouth on me. He pins me against the wall and eats me out.