Heartland Mallory Pregnant Novels & Stories

Pregnant. The word cut through his mind like glass, and behind it came the flood of memory. The haze of drugged whiskey burning down his throat. The fire that had devoured his restraint. Her voice, soft and broken, gasping his name as if it belonged to her alone. Maya, trembling beneath him, yielding in ways she had never yielded to anyone before. He had buried that night in fury and denial, convinced himself it was a mistake forced on him by someone else’s hand. But there was no burying this. Not when her body now carried the proof. His proof.

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.

FLASHBACK Norma I had spent the last two weeks stewing in quiet rage. Mallory’s pregnancy wasn't just a rumor anymore. It was a fact, and it gnawed at me day and night. Each day, Alaric’s visits grew fewer, his excuses thinner. My mother’s vague “grand plan” still hung in the air like smoke, and I knew anything she plotted this long had to be precise and merciless. The first time I heard about Mallory's pregnancy was at the fair, a cover for the merchants to sell overpriced fabrics and jewelry.

Kelly and Stacy alighted at the ice cream shop. It has been their favorite ice cream shop since childhood and of course, Kelly insisted on driving the brand new Lamborghini Mr Sky got for Stacy. They sat down, and the waiter joined them shortly. "Good day Ma'am. Would you like to place your order?" The waiter asked with a sweet smile. "Um, my sister is pregnant." Kelly giggled and Stacy opened her mouth. "Wow, congratulations, I'm happy for you." The waiter beamed.

After debating with himself for a few seconds, he said, "I'm at the fried chicken place at the mall near yours." Zoey was slightly caught by surprise. "I'll be right there." The shopping mall was close to her neighborhood. It was only ten minutes away. Zoey was scared of the cold and wrapped herself in a thick scarf before leaving. Meanwhile, Jared changed out of his uniform and found her an empty seat. His youthful eyes were bright and limpid. Gazing into his innocent eyes, Zoey felt the guilt of ruining the life of such a bright, young man. "So…I'm pregnant."

He grabbed some money from his wallet and dropped it on the table for his portion of food. Milly was in the den room, reading. She was having a lazy summer. That, and also because it has air conditioning. They were experiencing a hot summer, too hot for Milly to leave the house in large sweaters or a coat. She felt naked going out in only shirts and shorts when her pregnant belly finally popped. While most of the people in the small town weren't narrow-minded anymore, there were still a few who gave him the stink eyes for being pregnant and unmarried.

As I stepped out of my office, I saw Morgan leaving. Our eyes met and for a second, I thought he might say something. But he just walked past me, got into his car, and drove away. I stared at the empty parking lot, my throat tightening. "I guess this is it," I whispered before entering my car. The traffic on my way home was brutal. By the time I got to Mr Thornhill's mansion, he was waiting for me. He saw how exhausted I looked and sighed. "Marrissa, you really need to slow down," he scolded. "You are pregnant. You can not keep pushing yourself like this."

he shouted. “Pregnant?” I whispered, my world spinning. “Yes, pregnant,” Isabella said proudly. “Unlike some people who dated for years without getting pregnant.” She smirked. “You’re probably barren.” Those words crushed my soul. Clark pulled her close protectively, his hand on her waist. “Stay away from my family,” he said coldly. Family. Pregnant wife. I couldn’t breathe. Tears blurred my vision as people stared at me like I was nothing. I turned and ran out of the mall with my torn dress, my heart in pieces. I waved desperately at taxis, but none stopped.

she said, scrutinizing me intensely as she brushed past me, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her. “She's gone now. So speak,” he said as he gestured towards the closed door. I stepped forward to him with raised shoulders. “You seriously don't recognize me? The woman you had a one-night stand with three weeks ago? The one you kissed like your life depended on it?” “Oh. I get it all now, so you are one of those women. Look, if you're here to fantasize or pretend we had something—” “Don't insult me,” I snapped at him. “I didn't come here to play games with you. I'm pregnant. With your child. That night between us. It was unforgettable to me.”

"Hardly." When he sits next to me on the bed, the mattress dips under his weight and gravity forces me closer to him. I have to actively fight to keep my shoulder from brushing his. He folds his hands in his lap, his thumbs circling around one another like boxers in the ring. "Your life was already ruined?" I shrug. "Not ruined, I guess. But not great." "Why?" I bite my lip and then point at my stomach. "Pregnant and single, for starters. And on top of that, my mom isn't exactly thrilled about the news, so she hasn't been talking to me for the last few weeks."