Jean Grey Pregnant Novels & Stories

She had that restless, wired energy of someone who’d been holding onto something painful the whole ride home and finally couldn’t carry it by herself anymore. She didn’t say a word. Just set her phone down on the kitchen table. The screen showed an old magazine article from four years ago. A business profile. Right in the center was a crisp photo of a man in a dark suit at some event. Sharp jaw, dark hair, eyes staring straight into the lens. Grey eyes. Isla wasn’t looking at the phone. She was looking straight at me. Those same grey eyes I’d seen across the breakfast table for sixteen years were now staring back at me from the screen.

My mother wanted her son back. But I... I wanted my family. Naomi’s POV (In the Foreign Country) The flower shop was busy. It was the "Festival of Spring" in Saint-Valery, and everyone wanted colorful bouquets. I spent the whole day cutting stems and tying ribbons. My belly was so heavy now. I was six months pregnant. I had to sit down every twenty minutes, and Monsieur Pierre bought me a special stool to sit on while I worked. "You look tired, Sarah," Pierre said, handing me a glass of orange juice. "Why don't you go home early today? The sun is out. Go sit by the harbor."

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.

Doctor Andrew eagerly took a few steps forward while Darius inches closer on the edge of his chair, eager to hear the results. “The check up came out fine and good. The chairwoman’s health is fine and well.” Doctor Andrew relayed, getting a gummy smile from Darius while Alexandra simply nodded. But before they could enjoy the feeling any longer he added in. “And so is the child’s’.” Alexandra’s expression completely fell while Darius’s eyes grew large in confusion. “Child?!” They both exclaimed in surprise and confusion. “Yes.” The doctor affirmed, unaware of the turbulence his words had stirred. “You’re ten weeks pregnant, Madam Grey.”

"By the way I love that tiara on your head. Looks beautiful. She compliment the tiara that sat on Jean's head. "Aww, thanks. It's not mine," she said and giggled. "It belongs to.." she paused upon noticing June approach them. "Jean, can I have a minute with you? Aside?" She requested. "My goodness. You? Want to have a minute with me? About what exactly? I mean what is so important that you cannot say here in the presence of me and Fiona," she queried. "As you can see, I'm keeping our brother's wife company. She is pregnant with our brother's child," Jean informed June who did not know about the pregnancy.

“I’m going back. Hopefully, there’s been some progress in the search.” Lea didn’t stop him. She said nothing at all, her face still frozen in a stunned, unreadable expression. As the door clicked shut behind him, she turned back to Helena, whose hand she gently wiped with a damp tissue, her voice a faint murmur under her breath. “Did you hear that, Lady Trouve? Jeanne is pregnant. Edgar will be turning his attention back to her now.” And just as the words left her lips, Helena’s lashes flickered. Her eyes slowly began to open.

Alex's face was extremely ugly and he looked at Louis Grey coldly, his voice was extremely grim: "I wonder what Dr.Louis Grey has been doing by holding Jenny's wrist, as a gynecologist, is this how you treat a pregnant woman?" Alex's anger at Louis Grey has reached a peak, not only does the man covet his wife, but now he wants to make a move on Jenny. "I just don't want you to ignore any of the possible killers of grandpa." Louis Grey felt Alex's anger now,and he released his grip on Jenny's hand without the slightest panic, and said very calmly.

The second he saw her expression, concern crossed his face instantly. “Elena?” She turned slowly toward him holding up the test with trembling fingers. For one long second— Damien simply stared. Then realization hit him. His eyes widened slightly. “You’re pregnant?” Elena laughed through tears. “Yes.” Silence. Then the most beautiful thing happened. Damien Blackwood smiled. Not the cold controlled smile the world knew. A real one. Bright. Overwhelmed. Full of love. He crossed the room immediately and pulled Elena into his arms while laughing softly against her hair.

My steps were tender as I walked back to the doctor's office, but nothing had really prepared me for the bombshell he had dropped next. “ Mrs. Gray, you are three weeks pregnant” I was still lost and couldn't say a word as I waited for his word to drench me just like water would have. Silence permeated through the air and only when Daisy jerked my arm did I ask just to be sure. “ I am pregnant?” Everything turned blurry beside me as I fumbled around, no, I had been told by Jackson that I wouldn't be able to birth any more kids, I have been told that it wasn't possible, so how?

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.