Is Dove Cameron Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Are you moving on? Have you been able to close this chapter of your life?” Camila exhaled shakily, then placed a hand on her stomach. The audience froze. Maya’s eyes widened. A producer whispered into a headset. Camila blinked, looking down, as if the confession was physically painful. “I wish I could say I’m moving on,” she whispered. “But… it’s complicated. Because—I’m pregnant. With Alejandro’s baby.” The studio erupted. Gasps. Murmurs. People whispering in disbelief. One woman in the audience actually covered her mouth with her hands.

“State your price for the silence.” I opened it. DISSOLUTION OF MATE-BOND & LEGAL SEPARATION. The white paper felt like silver-burn against my skin. “Cameron?” He yanked his tie loose, his neck muscles corded and tense. He looked at me then—really looked at me—with those ice-blue eyes that never saw me as an equal. Only the girl his grandmother forced him to claim to stabilize his bloodline after his accident. “I’m pregnant,” I blurted, my hand flying to my stomach. “If... if that were true, would this still be happening?”

She looked radiant—flawless makeup, soft lighting, one hand resting meaningfully over her still-flat stomach. “I never wanted it to come to this,” she said, voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. “But Damien Voss deserves to know he’s going to be a father again. I’m eight weeks pregnant. And despite what the tabloids say about his engagement to that girl… I believe our child deserves a chance at a real family.” The headline ticker screamed: **DAMIEN VOSS BABY MAMA WAR EXPLODES — TWO PREGNANCIES, ONE EMPIRE.**

Worry swelled inside me. “No, there's nothing wrong with your health,” she assured me. Relieved, I let out a sigh. “You don't have any reason to be worried. The doctor told us that you are healthy and the baby.” I looked at her in shock. “I'm pregnant?”

My gaze met hers as I struggled to rein in my laughter. "Look, I'm pregnant and I don't have the time for their shenanigans," she hissed. "Maybe if I tie them up long enough, they'll learn to love each other." Carrie was five months pregnant for their second child, and it kinda affected her mood. "It's all Cami's fault." Kameron was quick to point fingers, the scowl on his face making me think about his father. They were similar in so many ways. Physically and in their behaviour too. "Maybe if she had learnt to stay in her space and respect people's privacy, we won't be here!"

She shrugged before walking out of the room. She snorted as she looked at her distant friend. "No matter what you say, I won't listen. I love Gael so much and we should get married because he got me pregnant.” Maybe Brielle is just jealous because Gael got me pregnant. “She just smiled and looked at the pregnancy test in her hand again. "I'm excited to be Mrs. Ramirez." — "W-WHAT? Was what you said true Tallulah?" Caroline asked in disbelief after Tallulah confessed about her pregnancy.

she asks with concern and I let out a defeated sigh. I slide over to the passenger side and get out of the car. I start walking towards the door when I feel Erica wrap her arm around my waist. "We'll get through this, okay," she says in a soothing tone and I nod lightly. Erica Devon has been quiet since her breakdown about thinking Jennifer had her memory back. She didn't even want to let me go. I can't begin to imagine how she must feel right now. I've been mourning my pregnant wife for the last year. Here, Devon is pregnant and her girlfriend lost all memory of her and their baby. Having to see her constantly must be hard.

-He sat down in front of us at a desk and told me, sir, what can I do for you? -Well for starters we are from New York and we are looking for a young lady by the name of Margaret Monroe she is maybe in her early 20's she is slim and quite fine looking but since we came here we were informed that she took a flight which destination we don't know yet so we wanted to come down here to see if she could help us. -It says Margaret Monroe in design function but I think that's a girl who married Damian Hills a few days ago. -I was really surprised and so was Cristian.

She forced a smile before turning her head to look out the window. "Maybe," I commented as I turned into the hotel and walked up the stairs to my room. "Hello, Cami?" I answered my phone. "Oh my Goddess, Phemie, how are you?" Camilla questioned. "I have some exciting news!" "I have news as well, though I'm not sure how exciting," I countered as I began to kick off my shoes. "That's great, Phemie, I'm pregnant and so is Evelyn," Cami shouted through the phone as more screams were heard from over the line.

Then displayed: NO MATCH IN CURRENT FAMILY RECORD. Elias stared at the baby. “I don't have a child.” Older Elena whispered: “In my world, you do.” Everyone turned. Elias looked at her. “Who?” She stared at the child. “This isn't her.” “Her?” “My Elias had a daughter.” “What was her name?” “Amelia.” The baby in the crib began crying again. Jonathan rescanned. “Not Amelia?” “No.” “Then?” The scanner updated. A second genetic match appeared. Everyone went silent.