Jean Grey Pregnant Novels & Stories

Doctor Jean walked out no sooner than Ryan left and Mrs Clyde gasped with relief. “Doc,” she called anxiously. “Positive,” Doctor Jean announced and Mrs Clyde jumped for joy. “My daughter-in-law is pregnant?” She asked again to be sure. Doctor Jean nodded and Mrs Clyde gave him a tight hug. “Doc, thank you so much. I owe you a lot, I really appreciate your effort!” She cried as she took hold of his hands. “She doesn't need to be stressed at the moment. She needs a whole lot of care and attention. Her body looks so fragile for the pregnancy,” he said.

Or maybe there would be no wrath if everything worked out between them the way I thought it might. "I'm serious, though, Sloane! You could have gotten hurt, or the baby could have gotten hurt!" Grey said softly, with worry thick in his tone. Then the smile came over his face again, and he laughed in astonishment as if he were still coming to terms with the news I had just dropped on him. "A baby! I can't believe we're having a baby!" "We're having a baby!" I repeated, and he lifted my feet off the ground to kiss me deeply.

Jean’s POV Dame’s grip on me loosened, causing me to fall on the floor panting slowly. My heart raced twice as fast as I remembered it to be. I had almost forgotten that I was pregnant. The doctor had just affirmed it to me today and I am already on a journey to lose it. He looked very shocked at the news and seemed to be doing a calculation in his head. All of a sudden he snapped. “You bitch! Are you trying to escape my wrath by lying so blatantly?” Dame growled, his eyes

Joan smiled “I guess….well this is all just kind of new to me” Grey said “New?” Joan arched a brow “New in the sense that my daughter is one of them, so don’t go standing on my neck now Joan” Grey quickly defended “And maybe sooner or later, we’d have to talk this beef out” he added, Joan remained silent and looked away. “I know this was my fault but….” Roman cut Grey off “Harley is pregnant” he blurted and they all turned to look at him

Hesitating for a moment, I stepped forward and handed him the paper I had gotten from Natalie. He looked over it for a second before his brows narrowed. “She isn‘t pregnant?” “No, she isn‘t,” I replied reluctantly, He stared at me. One second two seconds... “I paid for a BREEDER and she isn‘t PREGNANT!” Grey roared in anger, tossing the paper aside. “What the F*CK am I supposed to do with a girl that can‘t f*cking conceive?!” “It was one time, Grey.”

So hard. Gray is staring at Jace, and I can see his jaw working. See the conflict in his eyes. This is his half-brother. His rival. Someone he's supposed to compete against for Edward's approval. But right now, he just looks human. Devastated. Lost. "She was pregnant," Jace says suddenly, and both Gray and I freeze. "Claire was pregnant. With my child." "Oh my God," I breathe.

“What happened?” “We ran some tests,” the doctor said. “Bloodwork included.” Aria turned her head away. Her mind drifted, without permission, to that night. Damien drunk. The smell of alcohol on his breath. His hands. The confusion. The shame. The way he had acted the next morning like it never happened. Her chest tightened. The doctor cleared his throat. “She didn’t faint from stress alone,” he said. Richard straightened. The doctor looked between them before continuing. “Mrs. Greyson is pregnant.”

Jean liked the idea of a church wedding with an after-party at a club perfect for Gen Z couples. “Y’all be wildin’,” Zara said. “But I’m sure I’m getting drunk on my D-day.” “That’s what’s up!” They sealed it with a high five. Zara’s face mellowed as she zipped the third suitcase. She handed Jean an envelope containing a letter from the hospital. The crisp manila envelope still looked new, neatly ironed. “I’m two months pregnant,” she said, saving her the stress of reading. “You’re pregnant?” Jean’s mouth fell wide open, pleased and stunned.

He was so adorable she just wanted to kiss his face. Without thinking, her hand drifted to her belly. Suddenly, the desire to carry this child to term grew overwhelming. She wondered if Xavier Grayson had seen the picture. If she told him she was pregnant, what would he choose to do? Just before the end of the workday, Gwen Grayson sent her several messages in a row. "Check W******p. Someone's stirring up trouble again."

I end the call, just as I'm about to walk back to the table, my phone rings again. I answer it obliviously, "Hello?" "Kurt Jones here, is this Xander Grey's ass–" with that I end the call, then power it off. I quickly rush back to the table as Grey stands up in rage. "What about Elisabetta?! She is the mother of your child, you should be marrying her not this gold digging sl*t!" Mrs Grey throws back at whatever her son says, standing up too. I almost lose my stepping at her title for me, standing by Grey I hold his arm and he visibly calms.