I Wasn’t Even Pregnant Yet Novels & Stories

“You’re pregnant.” My whole body goes numb, a pit forming in my stomach, gnawing away at my insides. “No,” I shake my head. “I can’t be pregnant,” I insist. “I had a period. And I haven’t had sex since I ended things with Dominic. Which was right around the time I had my period.”

Because there really still wasn't anything. “Still nothing?” he asked again, so I had to pull the straw from my mouth and set the fruit shake down on the table. “I don't feel anything yet. Do you want me to get checked up? That way we can find out if I'm pregnant or, you know.” I can't bring myself to look at him while I'm talking. I know, a lot has happened between us. And with all the days we've been together, I should be pregnant by now. But I'm not. So I'm starting to feel embarrassed. Because, to be honest, he's already spent millions on me. He's spent so much on me, but so far, nothing. I still haven't gotten pregnant.

"It’s not possible." But the words felt hollow, my certainty cracking beneath the weight of something I wasn’t ready to name. "Beatrice, just take the test," Loretta urged, her tone firm but not unkind. "I’m not pregnant!" My voice cracked, too loud, too desperate. "It’s just… something I ate. I haven’t missed a period. I don’t have any other symptoms." Pregnant. The word turned my stomach. I hadn’t even considered it. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Ryuu and I—

And I was about to walk willingly into it unless I did something. Fast. How was I going to tell Oliver that I was already pregnant except it was Aiden's baby

Causing all eyes on fall back on me yet again. “He said I’m pregnant,” I spoke to the doctor, trying to remain calm as my heart throbbed in my chest. “But that’s a lie, right? I mean, I don’t feel pregnant at all. I’ve had kids already, and I vividly remember feeling very weak, bloated and vomited a lot. But then… I haven’t experienced any of that.”

Then, it hit me with surprise, “No, f*cking way” Why did I not think about that? I can’t get pregnant. I was not ready.

Stood in the bathroom of my old apartment, still had the lease, couldn't quite let it go and watched three positive results appear. Pregnant. I was pregnant. Holy shit, I was pregnant. I sat on my bathroom floor and tried to process it. We'd been married three weeks. Together eight months. We'd never even discussed kids. Never talked about timing or if we wanted them or My phone rang. Dominic. "Hi," I said. Tried to sound normal. "You okay? You sound weird." "I'm fine. Just at my old apartment. Grabbing some stuff." "Want me to come help?"

She then hesitated and blushed. "Actually, I'm already one month pregnant. It's just that I didn't want to announce it so early in the pregnancy." I cocked an eyebrow at her when I heard the familiar nauseating tone she used. Her words were dripping with sarcasm. However, this time, I didn't care anymore.

Not when he hadn't said a single word about it since. I was into my fourth month now, and I still couldn't quite believe how quickly the weeks had folded into each other. I stood in front of the mirror that morning, running my palm over the small, stubborn swell of my belly. I didn't feel pregnant most days, if I was honest, except for the appetite that had turned into something closer to hunger with a mind of its own. “I have an ultrasound today,” I told Vance as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips.

"Ma'am... Asia is carrying his child. She wasn't lying. The pregnancy happened by accident, even without her knowing... and now she wants to get rid of it." She finished the words with an audible breath. But the silence that followed was heavier than anything she could have said. Mazen remained standing exactly where he was. He simply stared at her. As though, for the first time, his mind was trying to process a possibility he'd refused to even consider. The silence lingered for several long seconds. Salma's words still hung in the air, heavy and shocking enough to leave everyone unable to move on to the next thought. Fatma was the first to move.