Holly Harper Pregnant Novels & Stories

"This is a family secret, Victoria, but I'll be telling you this not because you've been in the household but because of your good heart. I believe it will stay here with us." His wrinkled brow raised, and I nodded, giving him my word. Well, not my word... I had to do anything to hear what I wanted to, though. "Harper lost the pregnancy a few weeks after the news went online," my gaze widened, and my mouth dropped open. Oh my goodness!! Like seriously. So, it was after I left. I shook my head to be able to process what he just said but he nodded, confirming what I just heard. C’mon! Someone call karma a b*tch!!! My heart rippled in excitement. That slut lost the baby!

Harper said softly. “We’re the same people. However, you met the wrong guy. “We’re both women, of course, I have to help you.” I gave Jordan a call. “I suffered a miscarriage. Our child is dead.” I did not know when Jordan got involved with Holly again. I could hear the heavy breathing across the phone. Jordan sneered. “In order to gain my sympathy, you’re coming up with such lies.” I sneered and ended the call. He should wait for my revenge.

I inquire anxiously, my nerves on edge as I wait for her response. Holly takes a deep breath, her expression shifting from surprise to a mix of concern and realization. "It's just a thought, but... have you considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?" Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning, sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. Pregnant? The idea hadn't even crossed my mind, but as I contemplated her suggestion, everything suddenly started to make sense—the exhaustion, the strange cravings, the irregular sleep patterns. Despite Holly's observation, I remain in a state of denial. Pregnant? It can't be true. I repeat the words like a mantra in my head, refusing to accept t

Harper Brown stood there, clutching her stomach in a way that looked far too practiced. "Mr. Hayes," she breathed. "I'm not here for a social call," I said, stepping past her into the small, cramped living room. I turned to look at her, my presence filling the space until she looked trapped. "You're pregnant." "I am," she said, her voice fragile. "Eight weeks."

my mother stammered. " I found out on Friday and am still trying to assimilate," I explained. " My God, Theon," Lara smiled, “How long has Harper been expecting?” "That's all the more reason for you to propose to her! " my grandmother pointed out cheerfully. " Harper is not pregnant," I corrected that misunderstanding. " Now I don't get it," Liny frowned. " I met a girl in Las Vegas during Gregor's bachelor party," I looked away to my almost untouched plate, "on Friday she called me to tell me that she is pregnant and that I am the father.”

Harper asked again the moment they had all settled, tapping his finger repeatedly on the armrest of the couch like he was already counting down the minutes he had agreed to give them. "We came here because there is an issue and sincerely speaking, I am very disappointed in you. Because I would never have imagined that you would do something like this to my daughter." "Your daughter? What are you talking about?" Harper could already guess what this was about the moment Jessica was mentioned. Yet he could not bring himself to imagine that Jessica would actually speak to her father about something like that, especially since she had been the one who initiated the whole thing in the first place.

“Talking. Sure. That is why my hands were on the wall and you were..” “Shut up, Yuto,” Harper hisses at him. She turns back to me, eyes big and kind of desperate. “Please delete the picture. I am begging you. If this gets out my life is over. My husband will lose his mind and I am pregnant, okay? Like really pregnant. You can see that.” I look down at her belly again. It is hard not to. The hoodie is stretched tight over it and it moves a little like the baby is kicking or something. For a second I feel bad. Like actually bad. But then I remember why I am even here in the first place.

“Harold Marshall Houston!” “When was I born?!” “13th August 1995!” “What school did I study at ?!” “New York university, In New York. You studied culinary arts and after Business administration,” “You hate the snow, you hate the color orange, you’re allergic to Cinnamon and Garlic,” Tricia continued already getting tired of the annoying question and answer. “You’re not on talking terms with your step mother because you can’t just seem to accept her, you got married to Carrie last two years and she died fourteen months later,”

“Haley said she’s leaving.” I sat up straight. Haley was Kirk’s second eldest. She’d be seventeen at the beginning of next year. She was good friends with Oliver’s kids as well. Good in school. Never had any issues and she even was on track to be the valedictorian in her year. “Did she tell you this?” He nodded and put his head in his hands. “Zayle, she’s pregnant.” I coughed down the sip of coffee I had taken. Riley sat on the arm of the couch, frowning. He didn’t say anything and I looked at my oldest friend.

She was so angry that she threw her phone aside. Alexander entered the room and saw this scene. "Why are you throwing a tantrum again?" Holly's eyes were red with anger. "Grandpa, Alanna is really pregnant. That wench is really carrying Hades' child!" Alexander's face fell. "Who told you about this?" "The Simmonses' third wife just called me. I suspected she was pregnant before, but nobody believed me! Now, the child is almost due!" Alexander kept a stern face. After a while, he said, "Why are you so anxious? She hasn't given birth yet."