Historical Romance With Pregnancy Novels & Stories

But I was the idiot who handed her the key to that future. I remember those nights in that cramped safehouse—the world believing she was dead, the vampire hunting her like she was stolen artifact. I was the only one she could trust. I forged the documents, helped her during the entirety of her pregnancy and birth, smuggled her out. I helped her build a new identity. And when she was finally free, she promised she would never forget me. We built this company from nothing. Two brilliant women—survivors—designing cures that worked so fast that investors thought they were impossible. “Promising,” they would say. “But untested.” No one believed in us. Not even enough to fund one clinical trial.

She got up and ran out, returning to the children's room, where she lay beside Layne. She didn't know why, but she resisted being intimate with Derrick. His hugs and holding hands were still tolerable, but kissing was not allowed as it would cause her physical disgust. She remembered that she was not like this after marriage and before pregnancy, they were clearly very harmonious. Because of her pregnancy, she was physically fragile and often had to take measures to prevent a miscarriage, so there was no intimacy between the two of them. In the end, Layne gave birth prematurely at 37 weeks.

"Thank you, Xander, for listening and for being willing to face this with me. I hope we can find a way to navigate through this storm together." He nodded, his gaze softened just a fraction. "I can't promise anything, Isabella, but I'm willing to try." With those words, we both knew that our contract marriage had become something more—a tangled web of secrets, betrayal, and unexpected turns. Now, with the revelation of my pregnancy, our lives were forever entwined in a complicated dance of choices and consequences. The path ahead was uncertain, but in that moment, I clung to the flicker of hope, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant risking everything for a chance at

"What are you saying?" "You know what exactly I'm saying. I saw the way you were exchanging glances with her and her hand met yours when she plopped that steak on your plate.". "I wasn't exchanging glances with her.." "Save it." She cut me off. "You don't like a woman like me. I had read your notes. You wrote that I just pinned you down with my pregnancy and I tied you to an unwanted marriage." "I wrote that before I met you" "But you still kept the notes, it means that.. "

We had made love until the early hours of the morning but I decided to maintain restraint since she was pregnant, and based on my research and everything I've read on the subject of pregnancy said it was an exhausting task to grow a human. I've really done a lot of reading on the pregnancy before our wedding day between chasing after her and proposing to Eva and making this wedding official. I mean I have no idea on how to be a father and I've never been one too so I made sure I absorbed enough information to be an obstetrician.Even here on the island are station nurses and doctors skilled in child delivery and there's also an emergency helicopter and speed boat incase there's any need for

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

'Sounds like deja vu,' I said under my breath thinking of the circumstances I met Roman and Roy. 'We talked a lot that night. He told me that he lost his mate to a rogue attack a few years before and he had been struggling to find a balance in his life. That night, he didn't have anything to do with me. But he continued visiting. We fell in love and it was the most beautiful feeling of my life. But suddenly, he stopped visiting. I waited for him for days then weeks. When I discovered that I was pregnant, I went to the Luna to explain to her that I was pregnant but she only dismissed me as being foolish and asked me to get rid of the pregnancy. I had only gone to her to help me contact the fa

It seemed that she was ready give birth any day now. I retreated slightly back. My fingers came to my mouth just as I sobbed from deep inside. I couldn’t decide which really hurt more, seeing him betray me or understanding that he had made another woman pregnant. How could he put on a finger on my ring last night, when he already had a woman, not just any woman, a pregnant woman with his child? At at that moment, I realized that I didn't know who Nicholas Carrington really was. I was turning around to leave when I saw him standing and giving another deep kiss to the woman in the middle of the day, surrounded by the public.

"Stop lying to me! Teresa Fiorino, our history wasn't a blank check for you to spend! No wonder all of Selene's things vanished. I thought she'd secretly come back for them, but it turns out you were behind everything!" Teresa was a mess of tears and snot. "Romano, I'm carrying your baby! A pregnant woman's emotions are unstable. Seeing her things made me sick. I just wanted to protect the baby…" At the mention of the pregnancy, Romano went rigid. He remembered the desperate yet hopeful look in Selene's eyes when she said she was pregnant in the hospital.

Move in with him. Us. Said yes. “Wait.” My voice cracked. “Are you saying… you’re getting married?” She finally looked at me. And didn’t deny it. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. “I’ve sacrificed a lot for your father,” she continued, her tone matter-of-fact, like this wasn’t betrayal, just math. “My business. My heart. Our house. Even your future, just to survive in this cabin. It’s enough, Riley. I want to live again. I deserve that.”