Hermione Pregnant Novels & Stories

Daciana is pregnant! “The Queen of queens, my wife, who’s on that bed is pregnant?’ I asked the physician dubiously just to be sure. “Yes, sire. She’s pregnant and the babies need the bedding,” He explained as he set about picking the pillows and bedding I had thrown to the floor. I staggered as the realization of what he was saying hit me fully. “Babies?” I asked breathlessly. “Yes, Lycan. Babies. The High Luna is expecting twins!” He exclaimed happily.

His blood suddenly went cold as fear washed over him from head to toe at t he bloody sight. Hera is pregnant and she was on the verge of loosing their baby.

he asked Henrietta, hoping for confirmation of his suspicions. Henrietta gazed at him, understanding his implied question instantly. She gave him a look of delight and amazement, embracing him tightly. “I'm pregnant,” she exclaimed joyfully. They had long anticipated this moment and now that it had arrived, an immense joy flooded over them. They peppered each other’s faces with kisses and giggles, celebrating this wonderful news. Soon thereafter, they brought the joyful tidings to Luna, Alex’s mother. Luna rejoiced upon hearing the news, “So I'm going to become a grandmother! I'll be a grandmother.”

Seeing that she her secrete had been exposed, she knelr and cried, "please forgive me. Please." Harry wishes like throwing this woman inside a furnace but the fact that she's carrying her baby cautioned him. He then stormed out angrily. "Debby, I'm sorry," he suddenly paused and screamed. His voice vibrating through the wall of the room. How sure was he that she's even pregnant? Harry thought and called the nurse over. Then Abbie was called to the living room. The nurse examines her blood and urine and confirmed that she was truly pregnant. How he wish she wasn't pregnant. Harry thought.

"Especially considering she's pregnant." Xavier's eyes widened in shock, breath catching in his throat. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Pregnant? The revelation left him breathless, and he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the news. The doctor continued explaining, “Luna is four weeks along. Otherwise she wouldn't have been so weak to even stay conscious for a little while, especially after the mysterious magic the witch had cast on her. She's showing signs of recovery, but she needs more time and extra care."

"Please… stop hurting me." "Why? Why can't I hurt you? You've hurt me. You disgust me_" "I'm pregnant!" She screamed as her life depends on it. "What? What did you say?" Blood drained from his face. His hold on her loosen but he didn't move away. "I'm pregnant, Harry.” She sobs uncontrollably. She could barely breathe. “It's only been 4 weeks. We are going to be a parent, Harry. You're going to be a dad."

I opened my door, about to go in when she called me again. “Hermes…” I pressed my lips tightly together in frustration, resisting the urge to take it out on her. “You just don’t know how to give up don’t you?” I lashed at her, eyes boring into her. “What the fuck is your deal?...” “She’s heavily pregnant,” she remarked sadly as if I weren’t aware of Brianna’s pregnancy, cutting me off. “Whatever you want to do to her, just know she might not survive it.” “That’s none of your business, Hera,” I smirked in reassurance. “I have a plan. So go away,” l jutted forward and said to her face.

I hum. “Do you know about the war that happened with the wolves?” I asked. “Yes, we all heard about it,” she said. “Did you know I was pregnant?” I asked. They look at me, shocked. “We didn’t hear about that,” she said. “Well now, you do. I was pregnant, but a witch hid my pup away from sight. Does Orion know about your child?” I asked. She shook her head. “Have you ever trained?” I asked.

On day eight, I snapped at Leo for trying to carry a crate I’d very much been about to lift myself, then apologized five seconds later and ended up hugging him awkwardly in the hallway while he patted my back with the air of a man confronting a particularly confusing storm. “Is she okay?” I heard him ask Ronan later. “She’s pregnant,” Ronan said. “So no. And also more okay than she’s ever been.” The real weirdness, though, was the magic. It wasn’t dramatic. No flares of power levitating furniture or spontaneous moonbeams. It was quieter than that. Deeper.

I felt my heart become lighter and gave Devyn a hug. Just like that, we consulted my Ob-gyne and our hunch was right after all. "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." The doctor smiled so Dionne quickly hugged me. She's happy, making me pregnant once again. I am seven weeks pregnant with Dionne's child once again. Five months of pregnancy...