Romans & histoires Historical Romance With Pregnancy

” Eren left a step back. For the first time, he seemed shocked. “That’s not him.” Noah before me didn't turn around. He only held my arm firmer. But I felt it. His whole body begged. Because he also recognized this shirt. This night. This baby. A flash of memory hit us both at the same time. The hospital. Not to Jonas. Later. After everything. After the summer house. After the first end. I'm pregnant. For the last time. Noah sleeps next to me in a chair.

Several weeks had passed, Lucas still couldn't get his mind off Clara, from the woman's face, from the way she smiled, from the way she cried when she met Lucas again. Lucas saw Clara's first reaction at that moment and immediately concluded that Clara might still love Lucas too. The two of them are really locked up with other people now, they both even have children from other people, Clara is even pregnant with her third child with Brian, the man Clara was betrothed to first. Lucas felt almost crazy, how could he forget Clara again, for years he had tried to forget her by creating a fortress in his heart, but only by looking back at Clara for a few minutes, Lucas' defense collapsed instant

I gathered all the pictures from the ground and my blood boiled seeing her with someone else but I controlled myself and Rex from saying something harsh to her. She is pregnant with my pups and my words affect her so much that they increase her bp which worsens her health and I can't risk that. I passed her those pictures. She took them in her both hands. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears which was doing nothing but increasing my temper.

“How dare you get pregnant under my watch? You won't get away with this." "Ugh…" Maya threw up into the plastic bag that was delivered to her right after she had an episode. She did not appear to be in very good health; her eyes were red, her face was pale, and she had a small breathing problem. Because it was her first time flying and she is also pregnant, you can imagine the discomfort that she had felt throughout the flight. It was a difficult experience for her. She gulped hard, her red eyes darting around, as the smells of this unfamiliar land washed over her like water.

Jamil nodded his head, still reading. “But they were never able to get married. The lady in question, her name was Alicia, she passed away in a car crash about six years ago. However, twenty four years prior to her death, she gave birth to a baby girl.” Jaxson paused, allowing his words to sink in. “A baby girl?” He asked, his mind already forming a picture of what Jaxson was telling him. Chuckling, he said. “You mean to tell me The righteous Benjamin Romero, has a love child?”

I woke up again in a private hospital room. Suddenly, the door burst open violently as Marco stormed in with his parents and Fiore. "Dr. Romano, I need you to write up a medical certificate stating she’s infertile. I'm divorcing this barren woman. She can’t give me a child!" Marco's parents stood coldly to the side, clearly endorsing this absurd charade. I stared at them coldly, like I was watching a circus of clowns.

Pandora’s touch turned into a tight grip when she realized one thing. The euphoria was so overwhelming that she had forgotten a reality that had once caused her relationship with Kingston to crack. How could Pandora hear the good news, when what she should have known was that it would never happen? There would never be a pregnancy. Kingston never said anything, but he acted as if everything would go as it should. It unfolded like a journey filled with love—marriage—a beautiful honeymoon—the possibility of a storm—feeling the signs of a baby’s presence in her womb....

“My pregnant stepsister. My dark obsession. The mother of my children. This life is ours.” We fell asleep tangled, his cock softening inside me, cum leaking, his hand protectively over our growing baby. The isolation had only strengthened our bond. My body, transformed by pregnancy and his constant claiming, belonged to him completely. The dark romance that began in that storm-lashed Victorian house had found its eternal home here, filthy, possessive, loving, and endlessly consuming. Every day deeper into my pregnancy only made the fire burn hotter. And I craved every moment of the blaze.

My heart’s pounding, and not because of the near-death experience. I make a valiant effort to concentrate at my screen, but my purse is squatting there like a grenade. I can’t ignore it anymore. I sneak to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and pull out another test that I grabbed at a drugstore on the way here. It is torture to wait, each second like a wire sliding against a raw nerve. My legs collapse when the second plus sign comes up. I collapse, sliding down the wall with the cold tile keeping me centered and the truth settling over me more weightily than I can ever remember. I’m pregnant. With a stranger’s baby. And if that someone is Liam Knight, the cocky one-night stand I can’t ke

I asked, frowning in confusion. “I believe that you are yet to reach that part of history, at least, not the real version” she said, and shaking my head, I waited for her explanation “Domenico and I were supposed to marry, and regardless of the fact that I was not a girl, I was a woman. I had a lover, and everyone knew of that; Domenico was willing to choose my bloodline for its nobility. However, he was the first to find out that I was pregnant, and that is one of the reasons why he chose to grow closer to Alberto and Giuliano, they were a reminder of what he lost and why he did; therefore, he was seeking for his ‘revenge’”