Julia Tica Pregnant Novels & Stories

Her face was pale, but her chin didn’t tremble. Tessa stood slowly from her seat, her breath sharp and ragged. “You’re pregnant,” she said, her tone flat, as if repeating it might change the meaning. Chloe nodded once. “Two weeks.” Julian blinked, his brows drawn together. “You’re serious?” Chloe looked at him, then at Ares, eyes clear. “Dead serious.” Ares exhaled, long and controlled. He dragged a hand down his face, muttering, “No… that’s not possible.” He looked up sharply. “We haven’t…”

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

“What does that mean?” “Nothing.” Another lie. I grabbed her wrist before she could step away. “Tell me the truth.” “Adrian.” “What is happening with Aria?” Bianca pulled free, frustration breaking through. “She’s pregnant.” Everything inside me stopped. The room went silent. I stared at her without breathing. “What?” Bianca looked like she regretted saying it. “She found out yesterday.” The whiskey glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor. Neither of us reacted. Nothing felt real anymore. Pregnant. Aria was pregnant.

I just felt I just want ready for any of that. “Are you listening to the way you sound, Tamika? You need to cheer up. This is Dolph Martin's baby you're carrying here. You don't know just how many people wished they had the opportunity that you just got right now. So… just cheer up and accept all of the benefits that come with you being the mother of his child.” Julia made me feel like she was the therapist and I was now the patient.

​"I'm actually about to order that pretty pastel blue garter you showed me online yesterday." ​"Oh, thank goodness!" Julia squealed through the receiver. "You're still going through with the wedding! You two make such a gorgeous couple, Serena. So many women are after him, but I can see he only has eyes for you. You two are going to make beautiful pups together one day." ​I froze, the air catching in my throat. A sharp pang of guilt shot through me for keeping my pregnancy hidden from Julia, but I couldn't risk telling anyone just yet—not until I knew where I stood.

“Why? I’m not the one who knocked her up.” Her eyes nearly exploded. “Nova!” “Don’t get cocky,” Jordan snapped. “You think you’re hot shit because you married a Moreau?” Same bullshit...different day. “Is it true?” I turned toward Julia. “Is what true?” Her eyes dropped toward my stomach. “You’re having a baby?” Silence. William’s head snapped toward me. “Nova…you’re pregnant?” I paused. “Yes.” Julia sneered. Jordan scoffed. “Of course. You just had to compete with Tanya.”

Chris got back home feeling relieved, and he assumed that with time Patrick would move on with another lady, just like how Patrick dated Anita, The Billionaire's daughter. The following Sunday, Chris planned on taking Tina out again to any place of her choice, so she wouldn't feel bored, but Tina wasn't feeling well again. Vomiting in the washing basin, Tina rinsed her mouth as she suspected she was pregnant. But how would she tell Chris that it wasn't really malaria, that it was worrying her, and that she had missed her period?

"I just think we should let nature take its course. I'll get pregnant when I get pregnant. It's not as if I'm not fucking enough." When she climbed off me, Lisa got into a bicycle position with her hips on her hands and her legs in the air. She stayed that way for three minutes hoping my sperm would sink deeper into her body rather than run out. Julia and Rhonda cleaned me off, then Lisa when she finally allowed herself to fall back on the bed. "Master took me for tango lessons last night and I got to fuck the instructor," Julia said. "You couldn't fuck him until after you're preggers."

she had asked him in a low tone. “I mean you are two weeks pregnant. Shouldn't that be good news for you?” the doctor told her. She felt her heart thud lightly. As she touched her belly, a waft of sadness overwhelmed her. The doctor must have assumed Jason was her husband. “I am not married.” Julia had responded sadly. Still, Julia could not imagine being pregnant. How possible was it? As she recalled her sex with Donatello, her body shook. He was solely responsible because she had sex with him on numerous occasions. Her body shivered as she recalled the incident.

“Julian, I have to tell you something!” “Look, I’m busy now, tell me later.” Julian did not stop walking; he would not waste such a golden opportunity. Tiffany grabbed his arm in haste. “Julian, I’m pregnant.” Pregnant… Julian stopped dead in his tracks as his body jolted at the news. He could have sworn he used protection all the time whenever he slept with Tiffany, with the exception of that one time, around a month ago…