Game Of Thrones Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Standing outside that church, sharp wind cutting through her thin coat, stomach already starting to show. The organ music spilled out the open doors while she watched him, “her” Sebastian, slide a ring onto another woman’s finger like the last two years with her had never happened. Like the baby growing inside her meant nothing. Like every look, every touch, every promise had all been one beautiful, calculated lie. The betrayal still burned fresh, even after all this time. It wasn’t just the ring or the vows. It was the way he never once looked back. Never once stepped outside to find me standing there shattered, pregnant, and too proud to scream.

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

“You… you’re pregnant?” The world seemed to tilt on its axis for Gendry. His pulse raced. The word pregnant felt almost foreign because it was the last thing he had expected Tessa to tell him. “Tessa, are you saying you’re expecting a child?” “Please don’t act like you didn’t know,” Tessa gritted out, her voice laced with indignation. Gendry stepped closer. “No. I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t.” The impact of it all suddenly crashed into him, and he let out a stunned chuckle, filled with wonder. “Oh God, you’re pregnant. You’re expecting our child.”

When I first heard the news, I froze. Kael was infertile, so whose cub was Arya carrying? Could it be a pregnancy she faked to escape being forced into mating? Whatever the truth was, I was stunned by her boldness. A month later, when she was due to give birth, the lions held a grand ceremony. All clan leaders were invited to witness the birth of an Aetherborn. In the past life, I'd borne Kael a golden lion cub with Aetherblood. That must have convinced Arya she could do the same, so she'd been boasting of her Aetherborn from the moment she'd discovered her pregnancy.

Taylah whispered. Dicentra froze. “What?” she asked, stunned. “I’m pregnant with Arjan’s child,” Taylah repeated, pushing her hair behind her ears. The movement caused the needle in her skin to shift, and she winced in pain. Taylah glanced at the IV beside her, watching the blood drip into her vein. “You mean Dia’s fiancé, Arjan?” Dicentra asked in disbelief. Taylah nodded. Dicentra’s eyes widened as she pulled a chair closer to Taylah.

he said sternly. Cercei bit her lip and tried to hold back her tears. "It's not about that, Aaron. I need to talk to you about something important." Aaron rolled his eyes but gestured for her to come inside. As they sat on the couch, Cercei took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "I'm pregnant, Aaron. I found out yesterday" Aaron's face immediately turned red with anger. "What? How is that even possible? We've been careful."

I put the phone in my pocket, resting my elbones on my knees, hiding my face with my hands. This is a nightmare! “Theon?" Adam stopped beside me "You're pale." "What did she tell you?" Gregor put a hand on my shoulder. Not! This can't be Happening! “Theon?" Adam insists. “She said she's pregnant.” My voice came out in a muffled whisper. I lifted my face the tiniest bit, mouth still hidden in my hands staring dazedly into nothingness. "Did you say pregnant?" Gregor raised his voice. "Wait, that doesn't mean you..."

"You're honoring his memory now. Building what he would have built." One month after Thorne's retreat, the healer confirmed what I'd suspected. I was pregnant. The timing was terrible. War was brewing. The territory was vulnerable. We had enemies circling and allies whose loyalty was bought, not earned. But Damon was overjoyed. "A child," he breathed, his hand on my still-flat stomach. "Our child." "The timing is awful." "The timing is perfect. It's hope. It's future. It's proof we'll survive this."

"Yes, Tyrion. You are going to be a father soon." I lifted her in my arms and kissed her, earning loud applause and chants from the crowd gathered in the ballroom. I surely must have done something extraordinary in my past life to deserve such happiness. The Moon Goddess blessed me with a perfect mate, and now with an heir... Then I realized something. "Does your lack of energy mean that we should stop...?" I asked hesitantly. Aria threw her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. "This was just an accident, which happened because I took a long bath, but this pregnancy"—she bit my earlobe—"will make me hornier than before."

He looked markedly thinner and his whole posture was that of a man beaten down. I noticed Hunter approaching him and they talked, but it was too far for me to hear what they were saying. If Joffrey knew I was pregnant, would he hate me even more? I wouldn’t be able to bear that. I placed my hands over my stomach as if to protect the life growing inside me.