Holly Harper Pregnant Novels & Stories

I felt my heart become lighter and gave Devyn a hug. Just like that, we consulted my Ob-gyne and our hunch was right after all. "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." The doctor smiled so Dionne quickly hugged me. She's happy, making me pregnant once again. I am seven weeks pregnant with Dionne's child once again. Five months of pregnancy...

"No one told me." "Tell you what?" This time Harper's voice was softer. Her face was much softer with the faint smile she gave Alex. "Your pregnancy. Nobody told me at all. Even if I didn't ask Heidi last night, I would never know if I had a child born from your womb." "As you said, it wasn't an easy pregnancy." Harper tried to defend herself. It wasn't a lie at all when she said that to Alex. Her pregnancy happened at the wrong time. She even found out when she was two months pregnant.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

We put in our orders, and after the server left, I looked at George nervously. "What is it?" He already knew. He knew something was up. We had known each other intimately for too long for him not to be aware of my cues. "I have to tell you something. I am just not sure how to say it." "Babe. Just say it." "I'm pregnant…" I searched his eyes and found nothing. It was as though he hadn't heard me. "Huh?" "I went to the doctor on Monday because I was nauseous and anxious through the roof, you know, because of the wedding. And they ran some tests and called me Tuesday. The doctor said the tests came back as pregnant. Oh, and I need more Vitamin D."

“Is there a problem?” I snickered because the only other alternative was losing my shit. “Mrs. Cole.” I pointed toward the table. “I didn’t eat a single thing, not that you offered anyway.” Her expression remained cold. “That doesn’t matter. You are my son’s wife and your job is to do whatever I ask you to do.” I stared at her in disbelief because her audacity shocked me. Before I could speak again, Liliana jumped in. “Oh, Margaret. Serena is pregnant and shouldn’t be doing housework. I think she feels left out because I am here.” She smiled nervously. “Maybe we should—”

Hence, she had no plans to get pregnant. It turned out that she did like children. She just did not want them from me. After Brandon Smith got diagnosed with cancer, Heather often went over to take care of him. But I never expected her to sleep with him. She once told me that she loved me the most. It all sounded like a joke at this point. Just as I discarded the food, Heather arrived home. “Why didn’t you make dinner?” she questioned me with a frown. I ignored her. Heather grumbled unhappily, “Will Harris, are you a man? How can you let your wife starve? Besides, I’m pregnant.”

I froze. The word hit me like a punch in the chest. Pregnant. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think. My mind replayed everything, the blood, her screams, her calling out for her baby before she passed out. Her baby. I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. She was pregnant. But whose child was it? Mine? Or…

Mom, Phoebe's mom, threw my pregnancy test strip in front of me. I looked at Phoebe who was standing beside her mom and giving me a happy smirk. She told them. "How could you bring disgrace to our family huh? Was this how you were raised? Was this how your mom and I raised you? You go outside opening your legs for stranger, you whore!" Dad yelled at me and slapped me again. "You were engaged but you decided to sleep with another man? Now, you're pregnant for the bastard. Are you crazy?" Phoebe's mom yelled at me.

They are only here to wait for his money. Naomi’s POV The air in Saint-Valery was getting warmer. Spring was coming. I stood in front of the small mirror in my tiny apartment. I wasn't Sarah anymore, but I wasn't Naomi Ashford either. I was just... me. I lifted my loose shirt and looked at my belly. It wasn't flat anymore. It was a clear, round bump. I was nearly five months pregnant now. My baby was growing, oblivious to the fact that his father was a broken king in a hospital far away.

Midway through the conference, a ruckus broke out. I turned to see a grimy Holly crashing the party. She made a beeline for her folks, tears streaming down her face. "Dad! Mom! I finally found you! How could you just cast me aside like that?" The Smiths went pale as everyone around started staring. Clearly, Holly was at the end of her rope. That was when she noticed her mother's pregnant belly. Her face contorted with shock and hurt. "You're... You're having another baby? You're just going to replace me?"