Gravidez Inesperada Novels & Stories

I said, opening the refrigerator. " Yeah. Sorry. I was freaked out. I was so in love with that bastard that I almost thought I had cheated on him. What crazy is... I didn't even give my first kiss to anyone. But I am pregnant. For 18 weeks. I mean who won't freak out? It is like some sperm went inside my belly out of nowhere. That's crazy!" She speaks, frustratedly gritting her teeth. " So you don't have any kind of memories of how you ended up at the hospital and -"

“How so?” “It could kill me if I choose to have this baby” I replied her. “That’s the Hybrid Curse, taking away what is supposed to be a blessing. Because I’m pregnant and I should be happy. It should be the best news but it’s not. It’s not, Grandma and I hate feeling this way too.”

That's enormous personal reality beyond political or genetic implications. She was right. I was pregnant. With child that shouldn't be biologically possible. Child that would have genetics never before documented. Child that would inherit Shadowborn abilities, fae longevity, and whatever other characteristics hybrid reproduction produced. Child who would be completely unprecedented. How are you feeling? Maya asked gently. Terrified. Awed. Overwhelmed. Uncertain whether this is wonderful news or complicated disaster. Those are all valid responses to impossible pregnancy. Take time to process before making decisions or announcements.

Her emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears, caught between wonder and terror. Rio stood across from her, his golden eyes wide, unblinking. “You’re… pregnant.” The words felt foreign on his tongue. Junie nodded faintly, her lips trembling. “I didn’t think it was even possible.” Odessa lingered in the shadows, arms folded tightly. Even for an elder, this was uncharted territory. “It isn’t common,” Adonis said quietly as he stepped forward, his golden eyes fixed on Rio. “But possible? Yes.” Rio’s jaw tightened, his voice rough. “This isn’t chance, is it?”

Gideon would be happy to hear the news but she wasn't too excited to be pregnant. Kevin and Mayté both had complications during birth. Kevin's hands came out before his head, and Mayté had the umbilical cord twisted around her neck. The doctor also warned her not to conceive again or the third may be an even worse experience. She agreed, but Gideon was willing to take chances. She rolled her eyes as she thought about it because it wasn't as if he was carrying the child. Men would never understand what it's like to get pregnant and give birth.

The vibrancy of her newfound independence crumbled in the face of nausea, an unwelcome companion that whispered a truth she hadn't anticipated. Days turned into weeks, and the relentless bouts of vomiting, the unexplained fatigue, and the subtle changes in her body became a cryptic puzzle she couldn't ignore. The vibrant city, which had witnessed the beginning of her journey to self-discovery, now bore witness to a profound revelation—the unexpected presence of a life growing within her. The realization hit Evelyn like a tidal wave, crashing against the carefully constructed walls of solitude. A pregnancy, an unspoken consequence of a love she had chosen to leave behind, now demanded her att

I did not know why I said the words, and I did not even mean to say them but they kept coming regardless. I could call it an accident and I could also tag it a surprise but an unexpected pregnancy was not something that I planned for. I had to provide for another life emotionally, physically, and even financially; that was a huge responsibility- one that I definitely neither planned for nor was prepared for. There was no doubt about it; the positive pregnancy test result which stared right back at me in the doctor's office, led to feelings of shock and surprise that I could not even bother myself to hide. "What is wrong, Mrs Valencia?" Doctor Vamos asked.

he asked, bluntly, and she sighed, tears welled in her eyes. “I don't know…” she mumbled, and I looked at her. “I mean, we were not planning to have one this early, and the way things are, with the war at our doorsteps… I don´t think the timing is ideal,” she elaborated, and Darius nodded. “When the pregnancy is unexpected, timing is never ideal,” Darius said, “But when the responsibility is shared, and there is love between the parents, whatever the outcome, you will figure it out,” he said, and I nodded.

That night, they flew out of Cairo under cover of darkness. Vivienne knew she couldn’t raise the child herself. People would ask questions. The child looked nothing like her, she was an older woman, and too many eyes were always watching the Stones. So she reached out to an old connection—the memory specialist. The same one Michael would call upon decades later. She found a couple in Texas. They had recently lost their child during an unassisted home birth. The grief had shattered them. With the practitioner’s help, Vivienne had their memories altered. In their minds, the birth had been successful. The child—now Anna—was theirs.

“Ma… calm down—” “Don’t calm me down!” I snapped at the doctor. “How can I be two weeks pregnant? I haven’t been with anyone in the past three months!” My voice dropped, more a whisper than a yell. The doctor’s eyes widened in confusion. “But—” “But what? You’re all incompetent!” I barked, spinning on my heels and storming out. My legs shook as I got into a cab. I needed to prove it, prove to Kelvin that I hadn’t cheated, that I wasn’t a liar.