Dean Winchester X Reader Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Dr. Nathan said that I’m about eight weeks along. The way I calculated it, we got pregnant on our wedding night.” Dean hugged me tight. “That explains why you haven’t been feeling well and taking so many naps. Thank you, baby; this is the best birthday that I’ve ever had,” he whispered as he kissed me. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” We made love for a couple of hours and then headed to the beach house for Dean’s birthday party.

I have to go out now and yes Anna wanted to ask me to go shopping with her" I muttered. " Well go pantyless! Are you going shopping with her?" he asked bewildered. " Yes, what's wrong with that?" I said while opening my drawer and pulling out a clean thong that I had kept there. I rolled my eyes at Dean when he saw my action and quickly put it on and filtered my clothes. " Now get out of my office please, " I said before pushing him out and locked it with my code. ****************************************** " Yes indeed you pregnant," Dr May said while looking at the white stripe that turned red.

“This is important. Very important what I am about to tell you.” “Alright.” Dean gave a brief nod. She glanced at her brother momentarily before dropping her gaze to her joint hands on her lap. Closing her eyes, she took a deep, calming breath. She let it out and looked up to meet Dean’s dark eyes once again. “I’m pregnant,” she finally delivered the news and waited for his reaction. When he didn’t say anything, she quickly added, “And I don’t know whose the father but I want to keep the baby.” There was another moment of silence. “Can I be the father?”

“Where’s Dean?” “Passed out on the couch downstairs,” Archer tells me and stands in silence as I rip open the pregnancy tests. I take them both into the bathroom and close the door. I carefully position them under myself and cap them as soon as I’m done. I flip them both over, not wanting to look. It can take a minute or two before the result pops up anyway. I extend my hand to Archer, who takes the tests. “It says to wait—” “You’re pregnant,” he blurts, looking down at the test.

the Dean continued, sliding papers across the table, “we’re pleased to offer her a place in our English Literature program. Her essay on contemporary feminist narratives was particularly impressive.” I felt my cheeks warm. I had written that essay months ago, before my world turned upside down. It felt like a lifetime ago. “She’ll be commuting from home,” Eden said firmly, his first real contribution to the conversation. “Not living on campus.” The administrators exchanged glances but nodded quickly. “Of course, Mr. Cross. Whatever arrangements work best for your family. We can provide Mrs. Cross with a flexible schedule to accommodate her needs.” Their eyes flickered to my belly, and I felt

Alexander King froze for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on me. “I…” he started, then stopped. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair. At this point I thought that was the end My heart pounded. Was he angry? Shocked? Disappointed? “I need to make sure I understand this correctly,” he said slowly. “You’re saying… six weeks ago, we… and now… you’re pregnant?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I didn’t plan it. I… I didn’t know how to tell you.” At this point my heart was racing, I felt my world has crumbling right into my face

"Harper, get out here! Mommy's pregnant! You're getting a little brother in a few months!" The moment we got home, my husband, Adam Steele, called out toward our daughter's bedroom. Seconds later, our five-year-old came barreling out, squealing as she threw her arms around me. "Mommy, there's really a baby in your belly? When he comes out, I'll finally have someone to play with?" I was about to respond when I felt two hostile pairs of eyes fixed on me. The cat and dog, curled up in their beds, stared intently at my belly.

“Babe, thank you for understanding. “Let’s move the wedding to six months from now. The baby’s due at the end of the year. We’ll get married after I recover.” I felt like I had been hit in the chest. My throat tightened. I had a hundred cruel things to say, but nothing came out. I walked out of the restaurant with Inga in a daze. She waved cheerfully at a Volkswagen parked outside. It turned out she had already asked Xion Zeller to pick her up. Inga told me Xion had cancer and did not have long to live. But Xion looked energetic. He was nothing like a sick person. Inga got into the front passenger seat like she had already done it many times before. She leaned out of the window and waved at

“Stacy is pregnant.” Debbie's eyes widened in shock. “Pregnant? How did that happen? You told me that you and Stacy would never be intimate, that your marriage will end without you touching her.” She was fighting to keep her voice steady, but it was clear that she was struggling to contain her emotions. “I'm sorry but I don't have any answers to your questions,” Jerome said, rising to his feet. “I have to go.” But Debbie was not ready to let him off the hook so easily. She stood up as well, her expression determined. “You can't just leave like that,” she said. “We had a deal, and you're breaking it. I won't let you do that.”

Mia froze, her expression shifting from confidence to shock, as Stephen reached for the letter without a word. Taking the envelope, he held it with a frown, curiosity growing. The room fell into an awkward silence as Mia’s frustration simmered. Her carefully laid plans to get closer to Stephen had just been derailed by a mere servant. But Damon wasn’t paying attention to her anymore. He unfolded the letter slowly, his expression darkening with every second. And then he froze. The air seemed to leave the room as Damon stared at the contents of the letter. His face drained of color, and his hands began to tremble. His mind raced to understand what he was seeing. It wasn’t just any letter—it wa