Is Molly Hemingway Pregnant Novels & Stories

Pregnant. The word cut through his mind like glass, and behind it came the flood of memory. The haze of drugged whiskey burning down his throat. The fire that had devoured his restraint. Her voice, soft and broken, gasping his name as if it belonged to her alone. Maya, trembling beneath him, yielding in ways she had never yielded to anyone before. He had buried that night in fury and denial, convinced himself it was a mistake forced on him by someone else’s hand. But there was no burying this. Not when her body now carried the proof. His proof.

“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?"

The baby kicked. “She's moving a lot today.” “She?” “I think it's a girl. I have no idea why. I just do.” “A girl.” Adrian's voice was quiet. “I never thought I'd have a daughter.” “Scared?” “Terrified.” He put his hand on my stomach. “But I'm excited too.” We stayed like that for a while, watching the sun inch across the floor. Everything was peaceful, almost normal. My phone vibrated for the fourth time.

Calista stood up and walked over to me, her face breaking into that practiced, sugary smile. "Hi bestie!" She grabbed my hands excitedly. I forced a small smile back. If I didn't know the truth about her, I would still be falling for the performance. She was that good. My father's voice cut through the room. "Son, you called us here.. Seems there's good news?" Kelvin stepped forward calmly. "Selena is pregnant." My chest tightened. My mother squealed. "Oh my God!" Dad's face brightened immediately, and then my mother turned to me with a smile that somehow still managed to sting. "You finally did something right, apart from marrying Kelvin."

It's a delicate peace, one that I'm not taking for granted. The thought of Molly, six weeks pregnant and glowing with life, is what steadies me now. She's embraced this world of mine with eyes wide open, accepting the darkness that lingers at the edges of our life together. The fact that she's excited about our family—the light in her eyes when she talks about our future—it's more than I could have hoped for.

Carter stood up and pumped his fist in the air. I was happy, but it made me nervous about how they just showed up like this. “Okay. We have a few minutes, but we need to head out to the field. When they get closer, we can mind-link them and tell them where to go, depending on where the Vaewolves are at or even Adron.” “But you are pregnant.” Molly stated. She was looking at me like I was stupid. “Yes, and?” What didn’t she get about all of this?