Holly Harper Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Coming here has truly been a blessing for us. I used to think it wasn’t worth it, considering everything that’s been happening. But now… it was all worth it. I couldn’t be happier.” I smiled to myself, shaking my head inwardly. This woman could be so dramatic. Just moments ago, she had been in tears, and now she looked like the happiest person alive— as if those tears were never shed. “So, how do we tell my brother and Ezra that you two are pregnant?” Harper suddenly asked, placing a finger under her chin as she slipped into deep thought. “I’m sure they will be overjoyed when they hear the news. They’ve both been longing for this moment—waiting for their wives to conceive,"

During the conversation, they learned that Molly was pregnant again. Holly felt a twinge of envy. Ever since her difficult labor, Ignacio had been adamant about not having another child.

Now that he was here, she had to say it. "Yes," Harper whispered. "I'm pregnant." Saint smiled, and then he laughed. "Well, I will be damned—I'm going to become a father." Harper beamed back at him. "Yes, you will."

Besides she worked so hard, that when she come home, the only person she was worried about was Eve, she did not need a man distracting her from her responsibilities. Lincoln was pleasantly surprised by the news. He remembered vividly the day Holly had come to him to tell her she was pregnant. He was crushed, he had no right, but he always hoped she would wait for him. Holly was the kind of girl you settled down with, you didn’t date her, you married her, but he had not been ready for such a commitment at a young age. Knowing what type of girl Holly was, he was sure she must have loved the boy she gave herself to. And when she left, he could only assume it had been to follow him, after all th

"What's going on? Is it Kim again? What did she do this time?" "No! It's not Kim." "Then what is it?" Charlie asked with the impatience and worry evident in her voice. "I think I'm pregnant!" Holly blurted out and Charlie's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Did you take the test yet?" "No, no! I'm too scared to take it. But who knows, maybe I'm not pregnant.. I don't know." "Holly, take the test first okay! Just do it okay?" "What if I'm pregnant?"

Staring at her reflection, she carefully reapplied her makeup, but Liam’s seemingly casual remark had left her trembling with fear. Lucas hadn’t spent much time with Harper recently. A few days ago, Olivia visited the Everhart family estate. She said to Harper, “Harper, I’m pregnant. Can you give me some advice on what to watch out for during pregnancy?” Harper, lowering her voice, hissed angrily at Olivia, “Olivia, you’ve gone too far. Don’t push it.”

Content warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content. Feel free to skip to chapter 12 if you are a minor or if you're uncomfortable with such scenes. “You’re going to have sex with her?” Alina exclaimed as she sat up from the bed. Vaughn sighed. “The doctor said it’ll be the fastest way to get her pregnant,” he said. “I already told my parents that Eloise is pregnant, so this is the easiest bet." Alina glared at him.

Harper was about to leave the car when amid the people taking Luna’s clothes off, she noticed Luna’s protruding belly and went crazy. “W-what? Are you pregnant? N-no! You bitch!” Harper pushed Luna and slapped her on the face, Luna was baffled by her reaction, she was acting like she was the wife here and Luna was a mistress who slept with her husband and was being treated badly because she got pregnant. How the hell did Vaile Miller raise her delusional daughter?

Ryan's phone screen lit up in his hand. His wallpaper was a photo of Harper, holding a stray kitten in her arms, smiling softly at the camera. They were twenty-two. The photo was taken just one month into their relationship. He'd taken that picture himself. Ten years had gone by in a blink. The noise around him dimmed, as if the world itself had quieted. "Hey, my aunt ran into Harper a few days ago in the Maldives," someone nearby said. "She was pregnant, walking along the beach with Christopher. Sounded like they were hoping the second baby would be a girl, so they'd have a perfect little pair."

She's had to be, working for me. I reach for it. Pull back. My hand hovers in the space between us, me and this thing that shouldn't have the power to make my stomach clench like this. I'm seven months pregnant. Running a billion-dollar firm. I faced down Ethan in a coffee shop six weeks ago and didn't fall apart. This should be nothing. But it's not nothing. "You planning to open that or just keep having a staring contest with it?" I jump. Harper's leaning in my doorway, one hip cocked, that look on her face. The one that says she's been watching me spiral for longer than I'd like to admit.