I Wasn’t Even Pregnant Yet Novels & Stories

I screamed out in realization. Every sex Raven and I had ever had we had never used condom or any pill. I have no idea how we had never thought of it or how we had made such a mistake. Now I’m 100percent sure I’m definitely pregnant, I don’t need any test to tell about my dilemma.

Everything seemed to remind me of him. “I think I’m pregnant.” “What?” Her brown eyes nearly popped from its socket, but I didn’t see judgments. “Wow. For real?” “I’m delayed. Of course, you know how it happened because I definitely never had IVF treatment.” “Yeah, I know. I might as well have an idea who the baby daddy is.” I nodded as I looked down at the Chinese. I couldn’t believe I almost ate it all. “If you are, are you gonna tell him?”

I was just so caught up in the pleasure and happiness of being with him that I forgot those small details. So here I am, two months pregnant and low on iron. No wonder I’ve been feeling dizzy sometimes. No wonder I’ve been hungry all the time. No wonder Crius smells so good! I know he’s a good man—but this pregnancy was unexpected. What if he doesn’t want kids yet? I placed a hand on my belly and had been silently praying that he’d accept our baby. Something beautiful was growing inside me, and I was happy about it. I just didn’t expect it to happen this soon, especially with Corbin still gone. What am I going to tell him? Pretend the baby is his? That’s impossible—nothing happened between u

Nodding, she swallowed hard, before she resumed speaking. "All was going well until our third year. I was graduating the next year. So focused was I on my studies, extra curricular activities and trying to please him by attending all his games and being there for him that I never noticed I was pregnant until I was in my second month. I have a good body and surprisingly there was no bulge in my stomach." She looked away, and when she turned to the camera, there were tears in her eyes. I smiled to my inner, manipulative self. This was going even way better than I expected it to!

Pregnant. The word resonates in my head a few times before the meaning sinks in. I am married and was pregnant. That's what they've all been religiously hiding from me. You'd think I killed a president or burnt down an entire country. Honestly, I don't know how to feel. Having no memories of my marriage or pregnancy means I have to rely on their reactions.

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

I was positive ! There was life growing in me !! I was carrying a pup ! I never knew that I would say these famous words but I was pregnant !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Samantha’s POV

Camille handed the baby over, still watching Joyce closely. "I'll wait outside," he added, his voice soft. He gave them one last look and left. Camille turned fully now, her brows drawn together. "Joyce... talk to me. What's wrong?" Joyce wiped her tears. "I'm not married," she whispered. "I never was." Camille froze. "What?" "I got pregnant out of wedlock," Joyce said, her voice trembling. "And when I told him — the father — he left. Just like that. Said he couldn't be tied down. That he wasn't ready. He just... left."

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

“Then you get up again. That’s all life is. Falling, getting up, swearing a little, and trying again.” We laughed about that as she started to eat again and then pointed at my stomach. “Wanna talk about that?” I looked at my stomach and shook my head. “I made a… terrible mistake in the past. This is just a reminder to not do it again or else I’m screwed.” She laughed. “I haven’t been pregnant before. Not because i don’t want to but because I can’t.” I felt bad for her. “Oh no. What happened?” “I don’t know. I was born barren I guess.”