Ginny Weasly Pregnant Novels & Stories

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Grant Hale, told me he was going to marry another woman. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe Bennett, had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and he said he couldn't let her family throw her out over a baby no one would claim. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant too. If you marry her, what happens to our baby?" He frowned. "Serena, don't start acting out now. You've always been strong. Even if you really are pregnant, you can wait a few months. Once Chloe has the baby, I'll give you the wedding you deserve." He thought I'd wait for him like a good girl. What he didn't know was that I'd hidden my identity as the heiress to one of the most powe

"You must have been shocked so you fainted." The room fell quiet again. The silence was too thick; it made everyone nervous. "I just found out after I fainted and woke up that… ahm…" Aleah swallowed her spit as she felt her throat had gone dry. Angela swiftly moved to hand her a bottle of water with a sipping straw. Yohan waited for his sister to say what she was about to tell him. "I am pregnant," Aleah held and stared at her belly gently. "Didn't you say your job contract states no pregnancy is allowed?" Yohan frowned.

His fingers curled around the folder’s edges, knuckles turning white. “Mr and Mrs. Harrington,” he began carefully, “I’m afraid there was… a small complication during your insemination.” The warmth in the room completely vanished now. Adina’s breath hitched. A dull, creeping panic twisted in her gut. “A complication?” Her voice trembled. “What complication? I’m pregnant, aren’t I? You called us in to give us good news, so what—what are you talking about?” Dr. Perry exhaled slowly, lowering his gaze. “You’re going to be a mother, Mrs. Harrington... But…” He hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. “…not of Mr. Harrington.”

" I burst out laughing and fell into Lucas's embrace as he looked at me adoringly. Just then, Evelyn came out of her room upstairs and teased us. "When are you two going to give me a grandchild?" I lowered my head shyly under Lucas's loving gaze as he took my hand and led me to our bedroom. — Two months later, I suddenly realized my usually punctual period hadn't arrived. I took a pregnancy test and sure enough, I was pregnant. Shocked, I sat on the toilet, touching my belly and calling loudly for Lucas. Lucas was about to leave for work when he heard me and rushed in anxiously.

Bella, who was lounging in the backseat, had her head down, scrolling through her phone, seemingly uninterested in the world outside. Suddenly, Mrs. Elizabeth straightened in her seat as her gaze locked onto a figure that was walking toward the parking lot. “Bella,” she called abruptly, “look over there. Isn’t that Anabel?” Bella glanced up, and her brow furrowed as she followed her mother’s pointed finger. She squinted for a moment before she recognized the person her mom was pointing at. “Yeah, that’s her. And she’s actually pregnant. She's pregnant!" "So she is carrying my son's child, my grandchild,” she murmured softly, more to herself than to Bella.

To say Just Kidding or Try Again. They didn't. All three tests sat there, a chorus of scientific certainty. My knees gave out. I didn't faint, I just... sank. I slid down the cabinet door until I hit the cold tile floor. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, rocking slightly. Pregnant. With Noah West's baby. From one night. One mistake. One moment where we forgot who we were and just let ourselves be. Nine months from now, there would be a child. A tiny human with his dark eyes and my nose. A person who was half him and half me.

Grace's heart pounded as she looked at Ava. "So, how is it?" Grace asked desperately as she rose from the seat. Ava cautioned her to calm herself. "Grace, I have some incredible news for you," Ava said, her voice filled with happiness and excitement. "You're pregnant!" Grace's eyes widened, and she felt her breath catch in her chest. A mix of emotions swept over her - joy, relief, disbelief. She couldn't believe that after months of trying, she had finally conceived. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that her dream of becoming a mother was coming true.

He stood and headed upstairs, but his phone screen lit up just then. Face up, right on the edge of the coffee table. One glance was all it took. Clara. The message was a single line: "My stomach's bothering me. The baby keeps kicking." My nails dug hard into my palms to keep from laughing out loud. So she'd planned the pregnancy, too. No wonder she'd been brazen enough to send me those photos and videos. This wasn't provocation — it was a power play. She probably figured that once she was carrying Adrian's child, his blind devotion would guarantee her the title of Mrs. Blackwood.

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

"Harper, get out here! Mommy's pregnant! You're getting a little brother in a few months!" The moment we got home, my husband, Adam Steele, called out toward our daughter's bedroom. Seconds later, our five-year-old came barreling out, squealing as she threw her arms around me. "Mommy, there's really a baby in your belly? When he comes out, I'll finally have someone to play with?" I was about to respond when I felt two hostile pairs of eyes fixed on me. The cat and dog, curled up in their beds, stared intently at my belly.