Got Her Pregnant Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, grabbing my hand. “What? What happened?” I asked, startled. She bit her lip and then blurted, “I’m pregnant.” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Ingrid! Oh my goddess—really?” She nodded, tears of joy in her eyes. “Connor and I found out two weeks ago. I wanted to wait for today to tell you.” I squealed and pulled her into the tightest hug my belly would allow. “That’s amazing! I can’t believe it—you’re going to be a mother!”

I stared at her belly. "You're pregnant?" I repeated. She nodded. I stand up and walk around the room, scratching my hair and my neck. "You're really pregnant! We're going to have a baby." I said in surprise. I was in disbelief at the sudden news. I never thought she would get pregnant so soon.

Alone. She remembered rushing to get dressed after a cold, mechanical shower. She wanted to be gone before he came back. She never wanted to see that smug, disgusting face again. But fate had other plans. Now she was pregnant— with Cayson Montemayor’s child. Damn this cruel, twisted fate.

She couldn't believe it and she was overwhelmed by emotions—shock, fear, awe—and even a hint of happiness. She was pregnant. The word echoed in her mind, drowning out all other thoughts. It seemed impossible. How could this be happening? It felt too soon; they had only just begun their journey together. Yet, deep inside, she knew the truth. She felt different, especially last night when he held her and again this morning. Things had changed.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as she stared at Antonio, shocked, her hand going to her still flat belly. "Antonio... Is this...?" Her heart was beating so fast. He nodded vigorously, his voice breaking. "You're pregnant!" It was like he couldn't help himself. He pulled her into another hug, lifting her slightly off the bed, then kissed her deeply, his lips trembling against hers.

Still, something was different, and it was pissing her off enough that she began to snap out of her drowsy state. And then she understood — her scent. It had changed again. For a second she wondered if it had something to do with the bonding, but an age-old instinct surfaced and told her exactly why it was different. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Just how the hell had that happened? Okay, sure, she knew how, but she had been taking her pills on time. She hadn’t missed a single one, so it should be unlikely… right?

Of course, I wasn’t happy to see her at all. Then she touched her belly. “I’m pregnant with Darien’s child.”

I smiled, “We can call her after lunch.” I turned my entire body to face her, “Now, I have another question. Are you pregnant? I know men like him would have been actively trying to get you pregnant to keep you with him.” She started crying and I wrapped my arms around her. She answered with a nod, then added, “I just found out last night in the ER. I’m eight weeks. I feel horrible that I haven’t been able to protect it.”

“I am fine. I think it was hormones and low sugar that did it. I am sorry you had to witness that.” She looked apologetic and dropped the sandwich in her hands. Then, she picked up her fork and began to play with the sausage on her plate. I noticed the change immediately. “Did you lose your appetite? You wanted something else?” “How come you know so much about pregnant women?” I was quite taken aback. I did not think that she would pick it up immediately. “My ex. I got her pregnant.” “Oh. So you have a child. How old is he? Or was it a she?” She looked excited. Maybe because she found someone who had been in the same boat with her.

She forced me to plunge within her depths again and again, squeezing with the muscles inside of her combined with the tightness of her young, inexperienced pussy. Glancing between us at her belly, I wondered idly in my head. How long after having a baby could a girl get pregnant? I had no idea. Maybe right away?