Is Molly Hemingway Pregnant Novels & Stories

Molly let out a sigh of relief but her voice turned serious at the next moment, " That's good! I told you! Luca will never ignore Ryan's safety. By the way.. there's something you should know, Kiera..I..I just got your medical result.." I narrowed my eyes, eager to know as I moved further away from Ryan's bed, " What is it?" Molly went silent for a while, replied after sending a document in my mail, " You...you are pregnant..." I left there, frozen until the world around me began to spin. I could barely find my voice to talk back,

She waved her hands as she rolled her eyes “Who knows he could be broke, and I won't let any poor man raise the child to a friend of mine even if he's the father. I'll have my dad fund for antenatal care and bring nannies to–” “Milson…as in The Milson Heir,” I cut her off. It took her some time before she processed what I said “House of Milson?!” She screamed as I covered my ears “You're having The Milson Heir baby?! How are you so calm about it?!” “I'm terrified. A part of me wants to tell him the other part doesn't want to. Because what if he asks me to abort the child?” I asked, hoping she'd understand me.

"I can't say anything for certain. I need to conduct some additional tests. As of now, it looks like she is suffering from partial memory loss. She cannot remember a thing that happened in the past three years. Again, I need to examine her before I give the final report." I suddenly feel heaviness in my stomach. My skin tingles with discomfort. ‘Partial memory loss!’ I am in a state of stupor. Molly doesn’t remember anything that happened in the past three years. That means, she doesn’t remember how we reconciled or how we were happy with each other. She still thinks I don’t love her. "But, but… she is pregnant. Does she forget about that too?" "Quite possible." "N-No… H-How can she forget a

But instead, she was agreeing with him? “I’m glad you also think we should handle this rationally, darling. For a moment, I thought—” “Rationally?” Mabel snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her composed facade shattered in an instant, fury twisting her features. “Don’t be ridiculous, Dominic.” Her voice was sharp, seething. “Our daughter-in-law is pregnant with her ex-boyfriend’s child, and that bastard actually expects her to give birth to it? We passed being rational a long time ago.”

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

"But once I'm pregnant, I can't kiss you anymore… that's so unfortunate!" The other women rolled their eyes. Even while pregnant, she was still worried about not being able to cling to Ray—it really was impossible for her to stop acting cute. Of everyone in the house, she was the most manipulative. No one could beat her. Molly was also carefully sensing the life forming within her body. But even though she was a close-combat type with extremely sharp perception, a fetus not even a month old hadn't even developed a heartbeat yet—how could she possibly sense anything?

“Why don't you go home? Don’t you know that you still have chores to do?! You’re lazy and infertile! What on earth does Jacob see in you?!” I pulled a long face and no longer tried to win her favor by waiting on her hand and foot. “I moved out. Didn’t Jacob tell you? Besides, Molly is Jacob’s mate. Ask her to do the chores! Why did you come to me?” “Molly is pregnant! How can she do any chores?!” Elizabeth rolled her eyes at me. “Seriously, spoken like someone who has never given birth before. You have no idea how it feels like to be pregnant!”

Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap as she looked down, unable to meet her mother's gaze gaze. Elizabeth waited patiently, her hand still resting on Susan’s knee. “Sweetheart,” she said gently, “whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here.” Susan took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at her mother. Her voice wavered when she finally spoke. “Mom, I…” She paused, her hands trembling slightly. “I’m pregnant.” The words hung in the air like a fragile secret finally exposed to the light. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from surprise to something more complex—a mix of shock, concern, and a faint glimmer of joy.

And me? I sank onto the sofa, resting a trembling hand on my stomach. A tiny life was growing inside me, too. For five years, I had endured countless fertility treatments, hundreds of painful hormone injections, all to give Caleb a child. After so many struggles, I was finally pregnant. I had planned to surprise him with the news as his birthday gift. But someone else had beaten me to it. Before I could fully process my thoughts, a new post from Yvonne appeared on my feed.

I glare at her before walking out, brushing my shoulder against hers. If I’m lucky, Richard won’t be at this party and won’t see Ryan. But luck is not on my side, and I spot him sitting at the table with Britt, who has little Ryan sitting on her lap, tugging at Richard’s tie. "...Oh! No, he’s not our son. Eloy and I are still on our honeymoon. He’s my sister-in-law’s; he’s only two years old and such a cutie." Britt smiles and her eyes fall on me. "Mel, you’re here!" She waves at me. "Do you know Richard Hart?"