Historical Romance With Pregnancy Novels & Stories

I have never seen her cry and it hurts to see her cry because of a guy. "That dude doesn't look like the lovey dovey type, he looks like a thug and with the way he acted towards you during the party I could tell that he doesn't like you" Rue said nonchalantly. "You smoke?". "No she's pregnant and she doesn't, thanks for the offer Rue" I snapped and turned back to Melanie. "Mel, come with me, we need to talk" . * * Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I stood by the mirror staring at the reflection of my baby bump. Soon my baby will be born in less than two weeks according to the doctor.

Sasha asked. “Roland is a very wicked man. He doesn't love me, and yet, he got me pregnant!” She snapped. “No, babe, I love you so much. I love our unborn child too. It's just that I gave you what you wanted, and you demanded for another one.” Roland explained. Sasha knew this was one of the pregnancy mood swings, and she pitied Roland because Annabel was one problematic woman.

The plus-sized I have been always referred as would be changed to a perfect model figure in some couples of month. It should have been pretty easy for me to achieve in just few months, but with the little pup in me I wouldn’t have to stress myself much. I got to realized that I got pregnant cause of the mate pull, it was my mate I had an intercourse with. In such case, a pup can never be escaped. Since I was pregnant, the princesses made sure to relieve me of work even though Angel and the king were always at my nerves. The queen mother has travelled for some relaxation and tour, she needs to change her environment so she could stop grieving and try to move on with the living ones.

Kiara finally sighed, she wanted to get over these things, she wanted to leave her life happily now, so she started speaking. Asher hugged her from behind and said in a calm and soft voice, "Darling, please don't force yourself". Kiara smiled and held his hands which were hugging her, "Don't worry, I want to let it go". "After you abandoned me at the altar, I was disowned by my father, while mocked harshly by my step mother and sister. Dejectedly, I went back to my small apartment, but then I suddenly felt dizzy. So with difficulties, I rushed myself to the hospital, that was when I was told that I was two weeks pregnant... ". Kiara said smiling but at the same time she was tearing up.

“Yes, we are married, but we skipped the process of getting to know each other, earning each other's trust, and holding on to each other when things don't go right. It might be overwhelming that I really wanted to try. It will be my attempt at earning back your heart. Even Romeo and Juliet had a difficult love journey, but I'm sure mine and yours will have a different story to tell. What do you think? Should we consider today as day one?” “I’ve got to go.” I said quickly trying to flee from the situation this man was putting me in. Ibrahim squeals in panic, seeing me rushing. “Be careful. You are pregnant and you are carrying my child.” “I'm just pregnant, not sick. I am fine, and my baby is

" She sighed. “I have seen you seek a shelter behind your job all these years. You avoid relationships. You have them all pushed away.” "That's not true." I lied. "Adrian." Her eyes filled with tears. "Please. I want to see you married. I would like to know that you will not be left alone when I go. I want to hold your child. I want to see my baby have his own baby.” I felt cornered. Cassandra Whitmore. She was beautiful, polite, well-mannered. My mother adored her. She had been dropping hints of how perfect Cassandra was months earlier. Family dinners. Charity events. Coincidental invitations.

And when she leaned into my touch even slightly something inside me nearly snapped. The emotional restraint between us had become paper thin now. I could feel it. So could she. Then suddenly lightning flashed brightly outside the windows. And for one reckless second—Aria kissed me. Soft. Brief. Shaking. But real. Every thought inside my head disappeared instantly. My hand tightened lightly against her waist while instinct nearly pulled her closer. Then reality crashed back violently. Pregnant. Engaged. Adrian. Aria pulled away first. Horror crossed her face immediately afterward. “Oh my God.”

As soon as someone in the crowd spoke up, Beatrice shouted even louder, “Everyone, come and look at this shameless woman who gave birth to an illegitimate baby! “She just gave birth and is already trying to get rid of me and my son! My poor son treated her so well, yet she hid everything from him throughout her entire pregnancy!” “You’re lying!” Cameron stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “It was you who took advantage of Ms. Harriet being pregnant and attacked her. You two forced her into preterm labor. Now, you’re trying to kill both her and her child!

The cold, blue fire of an adversary—the man who had trapped her in a gilded cage of legalities—had melted into the smoldering hunger of a man who had finally realized that his world began and ended with the woman in his arms. As his lips began a slow, possessive trail down the sensitive column of her neck, Dianthe’s breath hitched. A wave of dizziness, half-desire and half-terror, washed over her. She placed her hands against the hard expanse of his chest, her fingers curling into his dress shirt. "Garette, wait," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m pregnant. We should... it might not be good for the child. The doctor said stress, and... I don't want to risk anything."

Is that okay? He broke the silence. Sophia nodded lightly. You’re the one talking. Go ahead. Francis inhaled deeply and began. Twenty three years ago, a pair of childhood sweethearts got married. Half a year later, the wife got pregnant with their first child. One day, just like usual, the pregnant wife went out shopping. She had bodyguards with her. She only went to the restroom and… she never came back. His voice dropped as he spoke. Her husband went crazy. Both families did everything they could, but she was nowhere to be found.