Lauren And Cameron Pregnant Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cameron slumped back in his chair, completely drained of strength. Before he was taken away, he stared at me with hatred. "Nina, you won. But do keep this in mind, Wendy is pregnant! That's a child of the Lister family! My parents won't let you off!" "Pregnant?" I froze for a moment, then laughed. "Is that so? Then you'd better pray that the child is really yours." Cameron was stunned. "What do you mean?" "James, show him." James handed over a photograph.

Lauren whispered, “I’m pregnant.” Granny Rosa shot up from the bed. “Tell me you’re lying.” “I’m not,” Lauren snapped. “I’m pregnant, Granny. And it’s frustrating.” Granny Rosa’s voice dropped. “Does Caleb know?” Lauren looked away. “I slept with Ethan too... that same night.” Silence. Granny Rosa gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Lauren shook her head. “It was the day Ethan asked me to sign the divorce papers. Caleb found me first, and he wanted me to prove I still loved him. Then I met Ethan again. I don’t know... it just happened. Everything came rushing back. I missed him.”

he asked quietly, knowing his heart was going to break from her answer. “Yes,” She folded her hands over her chest, unaware of how it pushed it higher, exposing them for Dame to see. “now I’m Married Damien”, she gestured between “Both of us can't happen anymore,” she said. “And the baby?” Damien asked, looking away. He was hurt that she pushing him away even though he understood that she was no longer his. Lauren looked away, her eyes darting from one corner of the kitchen to the other “We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow, then result should be out in a couple of days and we won't have to see each other again”.

~-Time skip to the dinner~~ After everyone was settled and we had ordered, Cameron and I stood up in our place. "Everyone can I have your attention please. Cameron said, a smile pasted on his face. "We have some news," I said once they were quiet and looking at us. Together we took a deep breath and let it out, better just get it over and done with now, "I'm pregnant", "I'm going to be a dad." Cameron and I said together. No one had made a sound, not even Cameron's parents who we called earlier to let them know at the same time as everyone else.

Cameron was looking into her eyes. "You will cope but do you know what's wrong with you?" "No, What is wrong with me?" "You're pregnant!"

Bridget replied, taking a seat. Over plates of spaghetti and glasses of Pinot Grigio, they delved into each other's lives. Lauren updated Bridget on her latest marketing ventures, while Bridget shared stories from the hospital. "How's Amelia doing?" Lauren asked, sipping her wine. "Amazing!" Bridget replied. "Seven months pregnant and glowing. I'm so excited to meet the new baby." Lauren beamed. "You'll be an incredible aunt." Bridget mentioned the mysterious flowers she'd received earlier that week.

“You bought my first painting… the painting that I was doubting but because you were a high value model people began to take interest in me, and I still remember your advice… how funny because that time I wished you were my mom… and now that I found out that you really are… I don’t know what to feel.” She was about to say something when Dad enter the room, he doesn’t sit back. “I have to leave. Your mom… Ann needs me.” he said and kiss my forehead before leaving. I then look at Lauren, I can see a sad look on her eyes and I stand and sit beside her. “I want to know everything. From the beginning until to the present.” and she nodded. Lauren’s POV “I’m pregnant.” I told Milliano and handed hi

His eyes locked onto Lauren. "Lauren, what did you just say? ‘Confused’? You said your heart belonged only to me. Before I even graduated, I was already secretly following you. Don’t forget. You’re still carrying my child!" Hearing Ian’s words, I allowed a faint smile to curl at my lips. "Mr. Kane, you shouldn’t joke about this. Is that child really yours and Ms. Blair’s?" As I spoke, I took a document from the attendant—the paternity test—and handed it to Lauren.

Soon, the kids went to bed, leaving me with Gabe and his parents. "You look good with the babies, you have to see how I looked when I was pregnant." She started. "Gabe laughed, together with his Father. I smiled, she must have looked really bad in her pregnancy. "Why," I asked, looking at Gabe. Aunt scoffed. "Give them both no attention, I was still pretty but you…you look like you aren't pregnant at all. The only difference is the big stomach. You're carrying a triplet. Isn't that great?"

I leaned forward slowly. The reporter continued. “It has been quite some time since the marriage of Lucas Ashford and his wife, Valentina Rossi. Yet, there has been no news of a child.” Another voice joined. “Exactly. In families like this, an heir is very important. The silence is… surprising.” They showed pictures. Lucas walking out of the company. Valentina smiling beside him. Perfect. Beautiful. Fake. I felt something cold settle in my chest. “Change the channel,” I said.