Jorja Smith Pregnant Novels & Stories

“You’re a fool. You never believed I’d be cured all this while. I’m actually pregnant,” she said. For a second, the words bounced off Jacob’s ears as though they hadn’t registered. His body seemed unsure whether to react or even believe it. Just as he was about to speak— Clara shoved a test result against his chest. “Here. I’m pregnant,” she repeated. His eyes widened, almost popping out of his head. “I told you my daughter is cured,” Mr. Smith added. Jacob’s expression shifted into confusion and frustration, unsure how to react.

Then she'd have to know that she's not the only one who's pregnant for Joel's child. "You know, I honestly think you're a really strong lady. Not all lady's would just sit back and let another lady who claims to be pregnant for her man, stay in the same house with them" Mrs Smith voiced out. Olivia smiled.. "I don't think I'm that strong. I really don't know if I'll be able to keep up with all of this. I just think I'm doing what I feel is right. Rita's pregnant, it's only fair if she stays close to the father of her child"

Ashley said and Naomi nods. As Jorge and Naomi went to their room, he said, “We should celebrate this tomorrow,” “Yeah, I was thinking the same,” “I will arrange it,” Jorge said. Naomi then came back to her room. She changed into her pajamas and laid on the bed placing her hand on her belly. She’s sure that she’s pregnant but she didn’t take a test yet. She can’t say this to anyone before she says this to Nick. But tomorrow she should take the test to confirm her doubt.

I felt my chest tighten instantly. “Yes,” he said, still staring ahead. “Grandma told me. Sia is pregnant with Jay’s child. They will be getting married soon.”

When the door closes, Jas answers. "Yo, why haven't you answered my texts about..." Jordan cuts him off, "You're on speaker, bro... we have some great news." Jas' smile can be heard through the phone. "Yeah? Is Jenny getting to come home early?" Jordan laughs. "No, still the same timeline, but there is a great reason for it. The test she took at home must have been a false negative, cause her blood work puts her at three weeks pregnant." Jas shouts and I can hear Annie too. We are going to have a very full life. This whole thing is going to be a crazy ride, but at least my twin and I get to be pregnant together. How fucking awesome is that?

Jameson, so she could finally celebrate her victory over me, the ex-wife. She constantly posted pregnancy supplements on her social media with the caption: [Looking forward to having our future baby!] Comments would pour in with blessings and flattering words, but all I did was smile. I never reacted to her posts. A year went by, and Rita still had not gotten pregnant. The Jamesons started to get anxious. My former mother-in-law started to hint at a grandchild both openly and privately, and Scott tried to play his part by quitting smoking and drinking. However, another year passed by, and Rita still could not get pregnant.

She’s one of the best but after she got pregnant, she gave up acting. “Wait who’s the third one pregnant?” Sadie asks confused. Then I realised I missed that part of the conversation. Jessica did say there were three but I if I remember correctly Jessica and I are the only ones pregnant at this point in time. “I was going to wait until two months before announcing this but since Jessica outed me, I have no choice but to come clean. I’m pregnant. Two weeks…” Rebecca points to her belly… She smiles wildly. “What can I say my man sure does love me…” she says smugly.

Atlas sat by the hospital bed and chatted with me for a while. He was unusually patient, but I did not want to listen to him anymore. Seemingly sensing my perfunctory attitude, Atlas did not say any more. He stood up, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette. "Naomi, Jasmine is pregnant." The pungent smell of cigarette smoke spread through the room. I did not expect him to say it so brazenly. "Yeah, I know."

"She’s my wife. We’re married. She’s my responsibility." Mrs Smith’s lips curled. "And what about Tracy?" The name landed like a slap. Gordon pulled me toward the stairs, ignoring her, but Mrs Smith’s next words froze him in place. "And the baby." His hand slipped from mine. He turned slowly. "What did you say?" Mrs Smith’s smile was sharp, cruel. "Tracy is two months pregnant." Her gaze slid to me like a dagger. "And you, home wrecker, he's going to be a father."

I sat at the dining table, staring at the elaborate anniversary dinner I had prepared for James Fletcher. Since I became pregnant, he hadn’t come home much, always saying work kept him busy, often requiring him to travel. This time, he told me in advance that he would celebrate our anniversary with me. Overjoyed, I pushed through the discomfort of being five months pregnant to cook him a feast. When I heard the doorbell, I thought James had returned. I rushed to open the door, only to find Lisa Smith standing there, holding a kitchen knife.