Is Melanie Martinez Pregnant Novels & Stories

Melissa asks, handing her a non-alcoholic drink. “Great, I was able to get some sleep last night,” Melina replies, rubbing her belly. “That’s great to hear.” “When are you moving in?” Melissa inquires, taking a sip of her pink mocktail. Melina is moving into the family home now that she is pregnant and married to Thomas. Kat doesn’t want her grandchild to be around the Costanzo soldiers all the time. “Soon, I’m almost done packing all my stuff.” “That’s good, I can’t wait for Gwen to get here,” Melissa says, looking at her belly.

She also heard Naomi was pregnant . “That slut,” she said, tossing a scarf over her shoulder, “probably ran away with one of her boyfriends. She’s probably pregnant for one of them too.” Evelyn, sipping her morning tea, nodded in agreement. “Oh, Valentina, I’m sure she couldn’t be pregnant by my son Lucas. Not once. He hasn’t even touched her.” Charlotte, still bitter from the night before, smirked and added, “Good riddance. That woman never belonged here. If she’s really pregnant… well, it won’t be Lucas’ problem.”

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"

FIVE YEARS EARLIER. Selene's POV. "Congratulations, you are pregnant!" The nurse grinned, holding up a clipboard. "Your vitals are great, and your baby is healthy." My heart pounded; for a second, it felt like the world spun around me. I shook my head. "I can't be pregnant; Rowland and I, we have always been careful." Her smile faltered. "Well, these things do happen. Even when contraceptives are used, dear."

"Do you know Richard Hart?" I feel my world crumble and clench my fists at my sides, my throat tightening as I tremble, walking toward them calmly. "Melissa!" "Richard!" "I didn’t know you were married and had kids." "Married? No," she laughs weakly. "The daddy of our little gem is just an idiot who…" Her voice trails off. "Shit!" She stands up with Ryan, as if something just clicked in her mind. "I’m going to call Eloy so we can leave."

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

Grace's heart pounded as she looked at Ava. "So, how is it?" Grace asked desperately as she rose from the seat. Ava cautioned her to calm herself. "Grace, I have some incredible news for you," Ava said, her voice filled with happiness and excitement. "You're pregnant!" Grace's eyes widened, and she felt her breath catch in her chest. A mix of emotions swept over her - joy, relief, disbelief. She couldn't believe that after months of trying, she had finally conceived. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that her dream of becoming a mother was coming true.

“But apparently someone has been paying for your prenatal care.” The room went still. I frowned. “What?” “I thought it was Damien.” Damien frowned too. “It wasn’t.” Marcus looked down at his phone, then back at me, his expression unreadable. “The payments started before you ever met Damien.” A cold feeling settled in my chest. Because suddenly someone had known about my pregnancy far earlier than they should have. And according to the hospital records, that person had been using the name: Nathan Collins.

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

I interrupted, "send me a complete list of requirements. I will ensure she has everything necessary." ‘Everything necessary.’ As if she were a prize mare I was breeding. The thought should have disgusted me. Instead, it sent a dark satisfaction through my veins. She had tried to leave me, tried to take my son and disappear forever. Now she was carrying another of my children, another tie that would bind her to me permanently. "Mr. Reid," Dr. Martinez said carefully, "I should mention that given your previous medical concerns, this pregnancy is quite significant." Celine's head snapped up. "What medical concerns?"