Novel & Cerita Fnaf Pregnant

AMON: “Tog⁠ether. We tell her to‍gether. We hold her‌, and we prom‌ise​ we’ll be with her through every si‍ng‌le moment.” SARAH‌: “I’m eight m‍onths pregnant. I’m s‍upposed t‌o b‍e p‍repa​ring for a new baby, not⁠ watchi​ng my daughter fight fo⁠r her life.” A‌M​ON: “The new b​aby c​an wait. Rig‍ht now, A​yana​ needs u⁠s⁠. Ev‌erythi‌ng‍ else—the‍ b‌irth, my‍ work, your proje​cts—none o​f it matters compared to her.”

"Freya..." "I'm pregnant."

"You can't ask Dana if she's pregnant for you because it's offensive?" Ray Logan has never been a complicated man. He sees a problem, he solves it. He raised me the same way, and most of the time I'm grateful for it. But right now, sitting in my parents' living room with this uncomfortable subject pressing down on my chest, I wish he could step outside of my skin for just five minutes. "That's how it is these days, Dad," Fanny says. "I mean, think about it — if my husband asked me who I was pregnant for, I'd lose my mind. Who else would I be pregnant for if not him?"

Ana lifted up her face, a huge grin was plastered on her face as he anticipated her next sentence. “I’m pregnant!"

Church Seventy Three Nina’s POV “Nina, are you pregnant?” I swirled around to look at Nathan’s mother who had a strange and calculative yet motherly on her aging but beautiful face. “Pregnant? What makes you think that I’m pregnant?” I asked Nathan’s mother , my heart suddenly pounding fast. “Nina, you have added some weight , you ate more than usual at the dining table and you have that early pregnancy glow “ said Nathan’s mother still holding my hair while her other hand slightly pats my shoulders but it only made me more anxious.

“Anya, we are having a baby. You are pregnant.” “What?”

Anna found a restaurant and ordered a full table of food. She stuffed the food into her mouth continuously as if it was the only way to fill the void in her heart. Nina was sitting across the table. Watching Anna gobbling the food, she was astonished. "Why are you so hungry? You haven't eaten anything for the last few days?" Anna took a big gulp of her drink, and then she grabbed a ham sausage, chewing it all up. "I'm pregnant now. I need to eat more!" "What about you? Tell me something fun that's been going on lately. Make me laugh!"

"Not like I care about her feelings but I don't want it looking like I disrespect her privacy and I know you." This conversation wasn't for me so I just left with a devastated look. It wasn't worth being married at all. I had always thought I would have the best marriage with the man I love and have strong feelings for…but I ended up being in a loveless arranged marriage. My name is Daphne Perez, a 26 year old lady with different talents. I'm the only daughter in the family of Perez and I was cherished by my grandfather who single handedly raised me after my parent's death. My grandfather wanted me in safe hands before his death and he thought the right way to do that is to get me married to

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

Lana's POV. The medicine was already in my hands by the time the second nurse came back with it. I had seen this coming. Deep down, a part of me that had been quietly calculating since the first confirmed case two weeks ago — had prepared the suppressant compound three days before I ever thought I’d need it for my own child. I told myself it was just being professional. But now, as I uncapped the vial with trembling fingers, I realized it was more about dread. A mother’s instinct, working several steps ahead of my conscious thoughts.