I Wasn’t Even Pregnant Yet Novels & Stories

I remember every moment that we lived so internally and, at the same time, I remember how complete I felt with him. We never talked about children, because it was too soon, after all. We hadn't even got married. What if he didn't want children for now? I pull in a breath and let it out at once, along with tears that slowly wet my face. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to do. I'm panicking. Positive. Pregnant. Oh, God. I'm pregnant. What else can this visit bring me now? I've been getting a string of surprises since I arrived here just a day ago.

I shook my head with a smile, “It’s too soon to even suspect I’m pregnant, Ash. I was a virgin until a couple days ago.” I tell him, “I just…with everything that’s happened and everything that’s going to happen when we get back, I don’t know, I’m just worried, is all.”

"I-I'm... pregnant? I'm...really... pregnant...?" It felt as though life had been sucked out of me. I slumped down on my closed toilet seat and lowered my head in my hands. I was pregnant...really pregnant for a...Oh god. I didn't know anything about him. Aside from his name and the fact that he fucked good, I didn't know him. I mean, what if he was a serial killer. Or he was in the mafia? What if he was already married with kids and a beautiful wife. Oh my god!

It would have been funny if his words didn’t make my stomach roll with nausea. I couldn’t get pregnant. I was on the shot. I couldn’t.

No symptoms at all apart from this odd nausea that started today. Nerves. It’s just nerves. I am no way in hell pregnant. I’m supposed to get married, settle down with him, get accustomed to being a wife before even considering having children; we are supposed to discuss the option of being parents one day, not have it sprung upon us without that talk. Nope. Not happening. I will not let it worry me until after I say I do.

“Is it weird I’m a little disappointed?” “No.” I move next to him and hook my arm through his. “Because I am too.” Owen sets the test down on the counter and wraps one arm around me. “This isn’t the first time we’ve thought you might be pregnant. We had a few scares there in college.” I nod. “I remember those. And seeing the negative was such a relief. But now…now…” I trail off and shake my head. “I shouldn’t want to be pregnant. We’re not married yet.”

Not like this. Not with him. Not with a man who can barely look at me without feeling disgust. This isn’t a blessing. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Not only because the baby’s father hates my guts, but also because I didn’t plan on having kids. At least not this soon. “I was on the pill,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I’ve been on it since I was a teenager because of my hormonal issues—my cycle’s always been irregular.” It’s never failed me before.

Bryan said as I lowered the phone from my ear. At home, I flung my bag onto the bed in my room, rushed into the bathroom, and rushed back out. Without a shirt, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my tummy. It wasn’t protruding yet—I didn’t look pregnant. Then the thoughts came, heavy and sudden, like the morning sun breaking through. I imagined myself with a big baby bump. “I’m not ready to be a mother yet,” I whispered, shaking my head to clear the frightening images away. The door creaked open

I left my parents’ house alone because both JR and Joan didn’t want to leave grandma yet. I took a quick shower and sat on the bed waiting for Andres to show up. When I heard the front door open and close, my heart jumped. I took calming breathes but for once, it didn’t work to calm me down. “Why am I so nervous?” I let out to myself. I was acting like we didn’t already discuss having kids. As my mom said, this isn’t an unplanned pregnancy. Yes, it might have been surprising but it wasn’t unexpected.

Kayla's pov “There's no way I'm expecting a baby now.” I said a little above a whisper. For so many years I was happily married to him I never got pregnant and now that I plan on ending things with him, this? I can't accept the result, there has to be a mistake. I gently touched my flat stomach, already beginning to love this little life that wasn’t even born yet. The doctor had told me that the numbers were still unstable and that I needed to take extra care during the early stages of the pregnancy.