Historical Romance With Pregnancy の小説・ストーリー

I'll marry him, do sex with him and once he's back to his normal self I'll leave him just like you wanted to. Dear, your aunt never asked you for anything but today she's begging you with folded hands to save your marriage with King Alpha. I hope it's not too big to ask for, is it? "Aunt... Are you really telling the truth? Am I pregnant? How's it possible? I no longer understand a thing. Today I'm pregnant and tomorrow I'm not! Today the baby is in my womb and tomorrow it's not. What's going on Aunt?" "What more can I say.

Eric came running toward me, his face white with panic. When Austin and Jenna spotted him, their expression shifted into fawning smiles. They rushed forward to greet him. "You're back, Eric." "Eric, you won't believe it. Rachel's been sneaking men into the house and even got herself pregnant. What a disgrace!" They practically tripped over themselves trying to take credit, but Eric didn't spare them a single glance. His eyes stayed on me, and without hesitation, he hopped over the gate to lift me out of the filth.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Grant Hale, told me he was going to marry another woman. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe Bennett, had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and he said he couldn't let her family throw her out over a baby no one would claim. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant too. If you marry her, what happens to our baby?" He frowned. "Serena, don't start acting out now. You've always been strong. Even if you really are pregnant, you can wait a few months. Once Chloe has the baby, I'll give you the wedding you deserve." He thought I'd wait for him like a good girl. What he didn't know was that I'd hidden my identity as the heiress to one of the most powe

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

Her reasons, whatever they were, were probably what Ren wanted to tell me through this story of his. “She did. My mother was a political hostage that was sent to represent her town when my father conquered it. She was one of the many that were offered to my father as his concubine. She didn’t love my father at all but as fate would have it, she was the first woman to get pregnant with his child and gave birth to his son. Obviously that child was me,” Ren stated flatly. I listened attentively as Ren told his story about his mother. The previous empress was a political hostage just like me and the other concubines in the inner court. If I have Ren’s child, I’ll probably follow closely in her f

She had a hard desire to survive, so he put her arms around his neck. They were people walking around the ward. He wanted to say something, but he don't know what to say. He wanted to do something, but don't know what to do... So he just hug her. He couldn't wait to crush her and get her into his bones and blood. She could be nobody, and she could be bad at everything. However, she gives birth to a son for him. What kind of hardship she had faced in the past? As a single mother, she still had to work hard in an unknown place like France.

"If your leg falls asleep, just tell me next time. I'll move to another spot to sleep." "It's fine. It'll be alright in a moment." Antoninus massaged his leg and regained his balance. But my emotions weren't as steady. I didn't know which version of Antoninus was real. He got me pregnant the first time we met, made me his companion within half a month of knowing each other, and now, he was letting me sleep on his leg. I didn't know what kind of feelings he had towards me. Was I just a companion to him? Or merely the mother of his child?

And however many times she opened her eyes, reality, she was forced to admit, persisted. "Pregnant," she whispered, the word all too foreign on her lips. She didn't even know who was speaking anymore. "How could I let this happen?" All of it came back now, flooding into her head, intoxicating anonymity, the gaze of fire under the mask, a racing heartbeat against their kiss, and an utter feeling of being another person altogether. Never had she felt that free, even for just one night. Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands.

She curled up against me and joked about how pregnancy was already making her feel scatterbrained. "It's a good thing our baby has such a smart dad," she said. The next morning, we went to the hospital. After a blood test, the doctor confirmed she was four weeks pregnant. Vicky was overjoyed and bombarded the doctor with questions about pregnancy while I stood beside them in silence. When we left the hospital, her mood shifted drastically. "Shawn, do you not want this baby?" I was shocked by her words and quickly denied it. "How could I not want our baby after all these years of waiting?"

Jerome muttered and disengaged from the hug while Stacy cried. "I'm so sorry, Jerome, I didn't know what to do. I thought I was the reason why everything was happening to you. I'm sorry." She cried. "It's okay, I just need you to tell me one thing, even though I know it, I want you to say it. Tell me that your pregnancy is mine." Jerome said, exhaling deeply. "Layla is your child, Jerome. I had never been intimate with anyone since our marriage except you and I was going to keep that till forever." Stacy replied and they hugged tightly as they cried together while her family watched.