Novel & Cerita James Gets Harry Pregnant Fanfiction

Now it's my turn to be startled, "are you serious? You want kids?" "Is that such a surprise?" He asks. "Yes," I admit. James grins at me and tosses his ice cream in the trash next to the bench before sliding closer to me, "why is it so surprising that I'd want kids with you?" He leans in and whispers in my ear, "why wouldn't I want to fuck you relentlessly and fill you with my cum until you're full and round with my baby?" He pulls back and says normally, "I think pregnant you would be hot." He pauses for a moment before nodding and adding, "we should start right away."

"Right, hormones. Where's the maid? I'm starving, and I've had such a long day at work." Clara forced a smile. "Forget the maid. How about I cook something for you? I'd love to make you a nice dinner." "No, no," James said quickly, holding up his hand. "You don't need to do that. The last thing I want is Devon Cage showing up here and throwing a fit because I let his precious baby mama get near a hot stove." "James, I'm pregnant, not disabled. I can cook." "I said no, Clara." His voice was sharper now. "Just... don't worry about it. The maid can handle it."

I turned to see James standing there with a sullen face. He ripped into me without even asking. "Haven't you embarrassed us enough? This is a hospital, not your playground. Keep this up, and I'll call the police." My heart felt like it'd been ripped out and dumped in the cold. Sarah was the one who started it. I didn't do anything wrong. Just two hours ago, James was begging me not to divorce him. Now he was siding with her again. "You just don't have a heart," I spat.

Did she not have any respect for him at all? “Did his father come with you?” James asked. So I can kill him, he added silently. He had nothing against the kid, but he was going to kill the father! No one touched his mate, defied all logic when he got her pregnant and gets to walk away from it like nothing! “His father…” Lily started, then stopped with a perplexed look on her face. I need a name of who I’m going to rip apart, he demanded mutely. “His father…is…you, James.”

I went anyway, wanting to see the performance and what his parents had to say. Their house smelled of money and old perfume. James’s mother sat stiff and regal, pearls at her throat, a look of polite disgust in her eyes. His father didn’t bother hiding his contempt. James lounged in a corner like the wronged saint he was pretending to be. “Mariam,” his mother began, voices slightly raised the moment I entered. “Mother, I hope you're doing okay,” I greeted her, which she ignored. “We think it’s time you stopped this… behavior.” James has a mistress now. She’s pregnant. You can’t give him a child, so it’s only fair you accept he gets someone else pregnant.”

His voice was filled with disbelief as he muttered, "No. No, it can't be. Katherine loves me so much…" Tears streamed down James' cheeks and dripped on the document, turning the bright red stamp blurry. The papers were thin and weighed nothing, but at that moment, they felt unbearably heavy. Unable to control himself, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood before collapsing in a heap on the bed. … James had a very long dream. In the dream, I didn't die, and we got married without a hitch. However, we didn't have a happy married life.

He tried to warn himself of something. "Your name," James begged, breathing hard against her neck, inhaling her scent. She peppered kissed all over his face, his neck, grasping his hair, pulling him close to her, but she didn't answer. "Please," James begged. "Please tell me your name." She still didn't answer. She ripped his pants off, claw's replacing fingernails. She shredded her own white dress, and James could only think of claiming her. - James sat bolt upright, covered in sweat, feeling a pain for a phantom wound. And he groaned in frustration.

James opened his eyes when he felt her moist face snuggling in his neck, she was sobbing silently and he kept on holding her close to himself before bending down to kiss the top of her head, "Everything will be fine. I will make everything alright. I promise." "You will not leave me, right?" she murmured. "Not even if you beg me to." Kara pulled her face back and looked up at him and shook her head softly and said in a slurred tone, "I am dreaming. When the morning comes, the dream will be over." James felt helpless in front of her. When her sobbing subsided, she whispered, "Mama put my hand in Damon's and asked him to marry me."

Layla asked. "I'm okay." I noticed as James stood in the doorway, I felt my stomach clench. He had a look of cold anger on his face, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. I wondered if he was upset because I wasn't the woman he had thought I was. After all, he had mistaken me for someone else the first time we met. Could he be angry because I wasn't the woman he had wanted me to be? Or was there something else going on?

"Damien said and left, Arrya couldn't help but smile at her husband's chef mood. Arrya covered herself back as she drifted into sleep Damien brought out his phone and called James on his way to his kitchen "Meet me in the kitchen in 2," Damien said before hanging up. He needs sleep but having a pregnant wife who is hungry is better to be awake. James rushed to the kitchen to see his boss already boiling rice grains "Good morning boss"James greeted for Damien to nod.