Descendants 4 Mal Pregnant Novels & Stories

The word came out broken. Tiny. She grabbed the sink for support while panic crashed violently through her body. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Tears burned instantly behind her eyes. “No, please…” Her voice shook harder now. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not when she could barely afford food. Not when she had nobody. Not when she still hasn't gotten a reasonable job. Not when the father was a nameless stranger she met during the worst night of her life. A sob escaped her before she could stop it. Elena covered her mouth quickly, but it didn’t matter. The tears came anyway.

“You said Julliette told you everything. It took her ages. I told her to come clean weeks ago, but for some reason she refused. Every time she had a dumb excuse, but I’m glad you finally know now. When she’s gone, he can move in with you.” Malachi didn’t talk, his eyes wide as he stared into the distance. Was he in shock? "But I'm actually here for another reason: Leon will be getting a brother or sister." I said, waiting for Malachi to come back to earth. “What?!” Malachi yelled at me angrily. “I’m pregnant.” I placed one of the tests on the table, but he just stood up and walked away. I sat there, my hands in the air, wondering what the hell just happened.

Shouldn’t you be schmoozing it up with that gorgeous wife of yours? About that she’s pregnant? Who’s pregnant? Maddison is pregnant Desmond. I’m going to be an Uncle, congratulations man. I don’t know if I am happy about that right now. Come on Shane, you know that you always wanted kids. Of course, I do, but I doubted that this would be the right time to have a baby with our moms condition.

Not my usual type, but I’d make an exception just for tonight at least a pay for going through this mess. Thank God I didn’t fight Dad too hard on the remarriage. How would I have known I’d be gifted with this? I nodded softly. The universe really does reward the patient… or at least the privileged. People kept flooding in through the doors; loud, sweaty, half-dressed—but none of them looked like the girl on my screen. Her mother said she’d be here to let off some steam about the marriage which meant she felt the opposite. Bitter—which would make two of them.

Instead… “Well you had it coming Marigold. If only you took Andre to school everyday like a mother should then who knows, maybe Carlton wouldn't have met Dahlia in the school.” Marigold tries to hide her anger at my mother's words but mom doesn't even spare her a glance afterwards. She closes the distance between us and whispers much to Marigold's hearing. “Dahlia has four kids and they are quadruplets? I mean, the woman couldn't even give birth at a time now she has four? When did she get pregnant? Who's the father of her kids?” I clench my jaws after she's done talking. I try not to think about the past but here she is throwing it at my face.

Bianca set down her cold coffee and said, "I'm pregnant." Malcolm was speechless, and his expression stiffened once again. "What did you say?" He hadn't heard clearly. Bianca looked at him and said slowly, "I'm pregnant." Yes, she was pregnant. Malcolm instinctively stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and pushed the cold coffee away from Bianca, instructing the waiter to bring her a glass of water quickly. He scolded her, "You know you're pregnant, and yet you're still drinking these things?"

He says, kissing my forehead. We both walk down to the living area holding hands and smiling at each other and find Amelia and Paul sitting on the couch. Amelia’s giggling at something Paul must have said. "Good morning, you two!" I call out. "Hey, you guys! Did you have fun last night?" she winks at me. "You're such a dork," I tell her grinning. "Paul, we have something to announce to the pack before Chloe leaves for New York," Malachi says. Paul looks confused, so I guess Amelia didn't say anything to him. "What's going on?" Paul Asks. "Malachi and I are having a baby," I announce, rubbing my belly. "What? No way!... that's so awesome, guys!" Paul says with a bright smile. "Thank you!

~A few hours later~ Third Person POV: All of the expecting mamas fell asleep halfway through the second Harry Potter movie only to be woken up at the beginning of the fourth by a couple cell phones going off loudly around the room. The doctor was at the gates to see all of the expecting mamas and their unborn babies. Malachi had her brought to the in house clinic while everyone got up and left the theater room. Everyone filed into the clinic as the doctor gets set up and washes her hands. Jack is first up since he's due first.

Malcolm's words felt like a nail, pinning me in place. A chill spread through my entire body. Frozen in place, my gaze blindly dropped to my lower abdomen as a wave of nausea surged violently upward. I… was pregnant? I was pregnant with this monster's child? But why hadn't I known? "Haven't you noticed that you've missed your last two periods?" Malcolm asked, his voice dripping with malice as he watched my panic with clear amusement. "I promise you, Amy. As long as you give birth to this child, I'll spare that little bastard you had with my brother. Deal?"

"Stay focused, Kaira. The final piece of your foundation arrives today." As the first true contraction rolled through my body, I leaned against the stone window frame, looking out over the snow-capped mountains toward the south. The Golden Pack was tearing itself apart. Liam was broken. My mother was isolated. And deep within the fortress of the Shadow Pack, the true heir to the First Ancestor was about to be born. The wait was officially over. When the snow melted, I would go home—not as a victim begging for justice, but as a mother, a Sovereign, and a conqueror taking back her crown.