Jasmine Bleu Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Harlyn It’s been two months since that celebration, and my mind often goes back to that night. I’m unsure what to do about it. I know my father will blame me, making it out like I somehow caused it to happen. I stare at the doctor, his head nodding at me. “I’m sorry, Miss Harlyn, but you are pregnant,” he says, and my head shakes. Samuel and Colton are stood beside me, they are here for support, I was hoping I would be wrong, but I’m not. When my period didn’t arrive last month, I told myself it was the stress of everything.

Little wonder the agony I felt in my pussy was too much, almost like I was getting ripped in two. "Is..." I gulped, looking from Fred to Blue. "Is the baby safe? I mean, you guys were pretty rough last night, and I'm feeling a slight pain in my abdomen..do you think —" "You don't have to bother about it." Smiling, Blue placed his hand on my stomach. "We can feel it. You don't have to worry about it." Nodding, I picked up the pill from where he placed it, and swallowed it, drinking it down with the water.

"My men traced her movements over the last two days. They found this. It's a receipt… from a private clinic." Draven snatched the paper. His blood ran cold as he read the words: 'Surgical Procedure.' The date was two days ago. The patient's name was Jasmine Blakemore. The world tilted on its axis. Pregnant. Draven's face went deathly pale. He thought of how tired she had seemed lately, and the reason hit him like a physical blow. "So where is she? Where is Jasmine now?" Nico looked at him, hesitating several times before speaking.

I smacked his arm. "Blake..." Jean suddenly whined. "Yes love?" Blake literally ran from his seat to go to his wife's. "I want sushi.” "Sushi? Wanna go now?" He asked. "I want you to buy it." Jean begged and Blake nodded at her. "The usual?" He asked her. "Please" Jean smiled. "Okay" Blake kissed the side of her head and walked out from the restaurant. “Are you pregnant?” Rose asked. “I don’t know, I have weird carvings these days.”

"You have tumbler, right?" "I do have. That big one." "That's good. We'll buy mineral water too. Which do you prefer? The blue or green bottle?" "Blue." "Okay," he nodded, still munching peanuts. Hours passed when we took out our smoothie. When I tasted it for the first time, I can't help but feel the excitement. My taste buds approved it! "This is the best!" I blurted out. "How did you know this?" "I took a research. It says it's good for pregnancy."

I shout at her but she doesn't seemed fazed. "Are you done?"she says and I glare at her. "Well let me correct something in the sentence you said before..."she smirked. "The baby isn't Blaze,Blake. It is yours. I am carrying your baby. Our child"she smirks rubbing her stomach. No! This can't be happening. Fucking Hell! "No...no..you are lying. The baby is not mine!"I stutter, trying to wrap my head around this. "It is yours Blake. Blaze and I had sex three weeks before we slept together in Paris and I made sure to take the morning after pill. From the calculation and everything,this baby belongs to you"she smiles rubbing her stomach.

“Jesamine is pregnant with Perrin’s child.” “That’s impossible.” I answered automatically. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone was still warm. “Perrin said the same thing. Well, as it may come as no surprise, she lied.” I felt my body go slightly numb, a vacuuming sensation dulling the thunder of the crowd around us. “You mean. She’s… she’s pregnant with his child?” “Yes. She is very much capable of conceiving and she is clearly pregnant. I assessed her myself.” I clicked my tongue, as if trying to pop my ears. Everything had gone so quiet.

Jasmine sat nervously in Dr. Lawson’s office, recounting her concerns. Dr. Lawson listened attentively, then opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small object. “This...?” Jasmine eyed the object with hesitation. Dr. Lawson nodded confidently. “From what you’ve described, I believe you’re pregnant.” “P—pregnant? Me?” Dr. Lawson smiled. “Yes, but you should confirm it with this pregnancy test, though I’m already one hundred percent sure that my assumption is correct.”

"You are the closest thing I have to a true pack sister, besides Jasmine." Tears instantly prick the corners of my eyes, and I bite my lower lip to keep from sobbing outright. "Same here," I whisper, because it is the absolute truth. "Eight weeks! How are you holding up? Wait—haven't you been drinking spiced mead all afternoon?" "Nope. Just sweetened moonberry juice. I am already sick to my stomach of it." I stare at her smooth, taut stomach in absolute awe. "Goddess above. There is a royal Jasperfang pup growing inside you. That is wild. Is Rham completely out of his mind?"

Hence, he held her hand and consoled her as they walked. “Since Jasmine’s pregnancy is a month ahead of yours, she’s probably at thirty-four or thirty-five weeks. Although it's a premature birth, the baby should be fine.”