روايات وقصص ضمن Getting My Sister Pregnant

I nodded my head she said "she is a pure symbol of love to me my sister never cheated she loved only one person in her life even he also loved my sister a lot so what he decided to abort the child because if my sister gives birth she will die her body condition is not perfect to give birth if he says that truth to my sister he knows she will never abort the baby so he tried many ways but my sister didn't agreed even he said that baby doesn't belongs to him but also my sister didn't abort the baby at last with the help of doctor he tried to abort the baby everyone thought my sister got miscarriage but no I became surrogate to that baby at that time because I dont want my sister to get depress

Carena: "What?" I stared at my sister's face, trying to grasp if she was just pulling my leg. "I didn't want to bring this up earlier, but I caught sight of him with a much younger girl yesterday. I didn't want to stir up trouble, so I kept quiet. But now, with the way they're treating you and then finding out you're pregnant, I just can't keep this truth to myself anymore," she said, gripping my hands tightly as she delivered all the shocking news in one breath. My heart was pounding in my chest.

A month went by and I was right. I got pregnant. My family congratulated us on the engagement. We haven't told them about me being pregnant. So here we are at my parents house, with my sister, along with Raven and Damiano. We were eating. Figure it was now or never. "I'm pregnant." Liv and I said in unison. "You're pregnant too?" We said at the same time. Then we just scream in excitement and hugged each other. "I'm a big sister." Faye, said as she ate her spaghetti.

The loudest that I had ever heard her before. “Goddess Marcus. Your sister is fucking pregnant. I was treating her for her symptoms. Happy now? I am sure she would have liked to be the one to tell you, but no you just have to know everything. You couldn’t even just trust that it wasn’t anything that would affect us, that I wouldn’t put you or our kids in jeopardy. But no you can’t just trust me, your mate, your damn partner. FUCK, MARCUS!” Your sister is pregnant! Your sister is pregnant! Your sister is pregnant!

I sat up on the bed, shocked as I looked at Gracie. “I want to buy you some medicine, but I’m scared you might be pregnant and taking any medication could harm you. Just try this first... To be sure. This is what my sister experienced when she was pregnant. Recently, I’ve noticed you’ve been gaining weight, eating a lot, and getting tired easily. I’m scared to mention what I’ve noticed about you, but we need to be certain, because having a baby in your belly is sensitive.” I was left speechless by what she said. Pregnant. Me. I shook my head and handed the kit back to her. “I just feel unwell. What you’re saying is impossible.”

The baby she gave birth to must be as lovely as her. "Ah! No! I don't want to be pregnant! I don't want to be pregnant!" Tracy looked nervous. She bit her teeth and said, "I am your sister! We are incest, and I can't give birth to your children. I will find a mate who is devoted to me. I will only give birth to my mate's children!"

"I saw you! You put your hands on your pregnant sister and shoved her!" "I didn't! She was blocking the top of the stairs, telling me about—" I stop myself, but it's too late. "Telling you what?" Christopher demands, moving away from Vivienne to step closer. His handsome face, the one I used to trace with my fingers in the dark, is flushed with anger. "That we're having a baby? That's what set you off?" My pregnant sister. We're having a baby. The words make my stomach turn. "She didn't just tell me," I say, and I hate how my voice shakes. How small I sound. "She was rubbing it in my face. Laughing about how you were sleeping with her the whole time we were together—"

"My sister still loves Zane but doesn't want to have children. He left her since he is the opposite. Zane wants children." "How do you know about that? It seems rather personal. Did your sister tell you this?" "No... Zane did. I met him at the bar when he was drinking in his lonely misery. And while I know I shouldn't have taken a seat beside him, I did and... One thing led to another that night, and now I'm pregnant with his kid. It's a girl."

"We're being careful." My sister's expression turned serious, her gaze searching mine. "Okay, what if you really do get pregnant? And then he decides he wants to marry you? You need to be careful, Eva. You don't want an unwanted pregnancy, especially now that you're trying to rebuild your life." Her words struck a chord, worry and uncertainty settling in the pit of my stomach. "Don't worry, we're careful," I reassured her, forcing conviction into my voice. My sister's gaze lingered on mine, her concern still palpable.

That has to mean that I'm not only pregnant but very pregnant, most likely about three months or so, which explains me wanting to rip Lyra's throat out for reigning in on my parade. Lyra and I have always shared everything, whether she started it or I started it. It all made sense now. I do want to walk down the aisle with my sister. It was something we had fantasized about since we were six and had barbie and ken dolls. I don't know where to go from here. "Well, ok, so I'm pregnant," I said as I smiled even though I was freaking out. "Yes, you are so beautiful; we are going to have a baby," Jace said excitedly and picked me up bridal style and carried me over to the bed.