Novel & Cerita Does Rory Tell Logan She Is Pregnant

I said and roughly ran my hand through my hair. "Stop joking, Logan, do you even know who you are talking about?" He gave me an insane look, "...The same pathetic wife, the ugly, naive, low life, plus sized....." I didn't let him finish and I cut in. "She has my child!" I slammed my fists on the table, my voice trembling with rage. My eyes blazed with anger and a hint of frustration. "Child?" Bronson raised an eyebrow. I gritted my teeth. "I found out she was weeks pregnant."

Yana broke down completely. "Logan! I'm still young—I don't want to go to jail! I'm pregnant with your son!" The cops glanced from my very round belly to Yana's, their faces oozing 'seriously, dude?' vibes. One of them impatiently waved Logan forward.

He stroked my stomach gently as he murmured, "Take care of Mommy, okay? Wait for Daddy to come home." I let out a heavy sigh as I watched his silhouette disappear. I rubbed circles on my stomach. "I'm afraid you won't be able to see Daddy again." Sunlight had broken through the layers of thick clouds when I woke up the next morning. I made an appointment for an abortion. When I passed by the gynecology department, I overheard the nurses talking amongst themselves with envy written all over their faces. "Mr. Logan treats Mrs. Logan so well. He bought so many different types of supplements and luxury goods to comfort her after her miscarriage. He even fed her and wiped her face himself. He was

I said with firmness in my tone and hoped they’d leave me alone. “I am sorry, Darling.” Kate chimed and I wondered how quickly her mood flipped as she snaked her arm around mine, “I was feeling a bit emotional. I love you so much and when I see you with her, I mean that girl, I lost it but I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She flattered me. “I can see.” I said with a taste of sarcasm which she didn’t seem to catch. “Logan, I and your father want you to plan a baby soon. People are talking and we don’t want them to spread rumours about my precious son and his wife.” My mother used the same tactic as my father but she draped it in sweetness.

, I said happy to have found a solution to my friend’s problem. “Tara my friend you forget you'll be pregnant soon. How would you continue working at the strip club? Plus you'll be carrying the child of a billionaire Tara. There's no way he will allow you to work in a place like the nighttime bar”, Mia said and laughed at me. She wasn't crying anymore. “You are right Mia. Logan Carter will definitely not want me to take his child to the nighttime bar even if it was still in my womb”, I said and we both laughed. This time it wasn't a sad laugh.

A shockwave rushes down the beach at the same moment he looks down at me, his brows furrowed as he searches my eyes for silent confirmation about what I’m trying to tell him, even if the words seem impossible. It should be easy to tell him I’m pregnant. I should be able to shout it to the rooftops, but the only thing my mouth manages to do is smile deliriously as tears prick the corners of my eyes. Another shockwave booms across the beach, carrying excited gasps and shouts as the entire island trembles under the wake of Maeve’s enormous, unimaginable powers, but Logan’s eyes remain locked on mine, glowing like polished, imperfect emeralds. “Are you pregnant, Brie?”

"When I was together with Riley, we promised to never keep secrets from each other. We read each other's messages and share the happenings of the day while cuddling each other in bed. We even placed trackers on our phones so that we would know what each other was up to, and I'm taking advantage of that right now. I accelerated the car as I drove towards my destination. MIA'S POV: I woke up to the dawn of the day feeling refreshed. I reminisced about the happenings of yesterday still lying on my, too lazy to stand up. If a person were to tell me that I would get pregnant out of wedlock, I would have sued the person. I never expected this to ever happen to me, even in my wildest imagination, b

I began, my voice stronger now, "I think it's time to tell Alpha Logan about the pregnancy." He nodded. "I'll bring him here," he replied, before walking out of the room. I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest. It felt like an eternity before the door opened again, and Dr. Farkas returned with Alpha Logan. Alpha Logan's eyes locked onto mine, his expression shifting from unreadable to something almost eager. Dr. Farkas cleared his throat, drawing Alpha Logan's attention. "Alpha Logan, there's something important you need to know," he began, his voice steady and calm. "Aria is pregnant."

For two days, I didn’t leave the forest cabin. I sat by my mother’s side, keeping vigil while the curse pulsed faintly beneath her skin. Logan never came. Instead, the pack gossip was that Leah was laughing in town, boasting about how Logan ran with her under the moonlight and how they hunted together as if the world already belonged to them. I didn’t care anymore. I packed in silence. No anger. No tears. Just purpose. On the third morning, the communication crystal lit up, and Lynn’s signal came: Confirmation.

“W-what… what are you talking about? My wife? You’re supposed to be dead.” Cyrus didn’t flinch. He stepped forward with that calm but unshakable presence of his. “Hate to ruin your fantasy, Logan, but I’m very much alive. And just so we’re clear, yes—I’m married to Anna.” Logan staggered back a step like the floor had just shifted beneath him. Then came the laugh—sharp, loud, almost desperate. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this some sort of twisted soap opera to you two? Are there hidden cameras somewhere?”