Joker Pregnant Novels & Stories

"Wendy, come home with me! I've already found a doctor for you! He'll give your head a good check-up!" My wrist throbbed from his grip. I could hardly believe this was the same Steve who had once sworn he would love me forever. "Scumbag Daddy, let Mommy go! I won't let you hurt her anymore!" the child in my womb angrily cried out. A sudden, sharp pain shot through my belly. My legs gave way, and my body fell back uncontrollably. My head hit the metal frame of the bed with a heavy thud. My vision briefly went black, and I instinctively protected my belly.

“Well, I’m no woman but I am a doctor and to me it doesn’t sound like you’re love sick or experiencing any kind of fated-mate related illness,” I square my stance. “Well, then what is it?” Jasper smiles. “Renee, it sounds like you’re pregnant,”

Just as I was about to put on the ring, James suddenly began to cry. "Mommy, Mommy, I want Mommy..." He wailed loudly in Derek's arms. Clearly, Derek had taught him quite a bit over these past few days. I had imagined the scene of James calling me "Mommy" countless times, but never expected it would happen on my second wedding day. My emotions were a jumble. During all the times Derek had humiliated me, I had already given up hope. Giving birth to James had only been to repay my debt of gratitude.

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

I brought the Sonogram to the doctor, who informed me I was two months pregnant and recommended registering for antenatal care. Knowing that success required employment, I persisted and finally secured a job as a bartender. A month later, at three months pregnant, my boss promptly fired me, citing that he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him. Despite my efforts to find employment elsewhere, the stigma against hiring a pregnant woman persisted. Werewolf pregnancies varied in duration based on rank, with Alphas having the shortest at four months and regular wolves the longest at seven to eight months. Nicklaus, being an Alpha, meant I had limited time remaining.

He asked. "You know what?" Julie began, "I love the way you said it's not possible. You know you can't make that happen." "What do you mean?" "Both of us know that you are impotent. The good News is that I'm pregnant and the bad News is that you are not the Father." "This must be a prank. You must be joking." Jason said and continued his food. He didn't take that serious. "Do I look like someone who is joking or pranking? I'm pregnant! Something you can not do!"

"I can do it myself." "Should you really be—" Artyom starts, moving towards me before he stops and fidgets with his shirt sleeve. His button-down shirt is rolled halfway up his forearms, revealing pale skin stretched over corded muscles. I have to tear my eyes away from him. "I mean, in your condition," he starts again. "I'm pregnant, not paralyzed," I say flatly. I tuck the sheet around the corners of the mattress, feeling his eyes on me as I move. "How did you find out?"

Before I could respond, a woman who had been standing nearby noticed me. "Madam, are you okay?" I shook my head. "My stomach hurts." The woman's expression changed immediately. "You're pregnant?" I nodded. "Come. Sit down." She took my arm and guided me toward the side of the road. I lowered myself carefully onto a concrete ledge, keeping one hand over my stomach while my mother stayed on the phone. "Gloria, are you sitting?" "Yes." "Good. Don't stand up." "Mama, I'm scared."

I finished the bite of the sandwich I had in my mouth, providing a brief delay in telling Jonathan the happy news. “Nothing is wrong. But if you are already pregnant, you don’t have to do anything to get pregnant.” I looked up at Jonathan as I spoke. The words were slowly processing. “Your pregnant?” He asked, jumping up from the table, pulling me up. “I can’t believe you are pregnant!” He embraced me in a hug before dropping to his knees, kissing my belly. He kissed my belly every day for the next nine months until we welcomed our beautiful son, Matthew.

Jiggy, ever the sass master, just smirked and casually sipped his coffee like he hadn’t just dropped a conversational grenade. Connie’s eyes darted between the two of them, still waiting for someone to say, “Just kidding!” “Are you two messing with me? Is this a prank? Are we on some hidden camera show?” “Believe it or not,” Jiggy said dryly, “she’s really pregnant. I was with her at the OB-GYN last Friday.” Connie shook her head, completely floored. She grabbed her sister’s hand and squeezed. “Rome… please tell me the truth. If this is some kind of sick joke, please, just stop. I can’t—”