Lauren And Cameron Pregnant の小説・ストーリー

"Mason! Guess what news Cameron has for you??" "News? He has news for me?" Mason asked from the other line habang parang naguguluhan ito. "Damn yes, Mason! Samantha's pregnant. She's carrying the bastard Cameron's heir now!" "No way!!! Samantha's pregnant??" Mas lalo pang lumaki ang pagkakangisi ko when I heard him sounded so surprised as well with that piece of news.

Alpha Kieran remained quiet, watching. My mother lowered herself carefully into the chair James pulled out for her. Cameron spoke. “There’s an update.” He kept his eyes on the table. “Lisa is pregnant.” No one spoke. Cameron’s eyes flickered to Evangeline. She smiled. It appeared like an afterthought. Her fingers laced together with Cameron's. “That’s wonderful news! I knew it would happen soon.” She turned to Cameron. “Sweetheart, we're about to be parents! We should start planning the nursery. The room next to ours would be perfect. It gets the best morning light. Our child will be beautiful and strong.”

I told him about Lauren finding out, how it broke her, about the honeymoon that never happened, about the way my house no longer felt like the home it was starting to become. Cole didn’t interrupt. He just watched me, listening to me with so much attention I’ve never gotten from him before, disbelief slowly giving way to something closer to pity. “So,” he said finally, “Lauren’s pregnant?” “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “No. God, no.” He frowned. “It’s not Lauren,” I continued, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it together. “It’s… someone else. Julia.” His silence was deafening.

Alexander King froze for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on me. “I…” he started, then stopped. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair. At this point I thought that was the end My heart pounded. Was he angry? Shocked? Disappointed? “I need to make sure I understand this correctly,” he said slowly. “You’re saying… six weeks ago, we… and now… you’re pregnant?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I didn’t plan it. I… I didn’t know how to tell you.” At this point my heart was racing, I felt my world has crumbling right into my face

I added, shifting under him. “We’re engaged” His tone had taken a raise in pitch, eyes shifting through mine. “What should it matter if we used protection or not?” He called. “It’s not an issue to me, Cameron. Believe me—but I wouldn’t want to get pregnant, before everything’s official” “You can’t be serious” His words were firm, that delight which had filled his gaze minutes ago, soon fading. “Come on, Cameron. You know what I mean” “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Tone laced at fury, he was starting to get agitated, I could tell.

He thought a thousand times that Luna might change, but she's not. Damon grabbed his hair when he heard that Leah was pregnant. That's why he remembered her baby bump when talking to her. “Leah is pregnant.” Luna was glad for her son, but she was unhappy too. Her dream was to see how Amoux would be a father to his children. “That bitch is pregnant. Does Lycan sure that she was carrying a Lycan child? I know that she fucked with—” Gabriel didn't finish his words when a first straight on his face. Blood was rushing onto her nose, and he wiped it.

“To make me feel broken. Less of a woman.” Damon stepped closer to me, trying to lower his voice. “You should be grateful. Sabrina is pregnant now. We can raise the child together. She can move in, and we can all live as one happy family. The baby can even call you mummy.” He voiced out, and my chest burned. I turned to look at Sabrina, and she looked like she was proud of the scene in front of her. “Don't look at me like that, Vanessa. I didn't want to miss this moment,” she said sweetly, her eyes locked on Damon.

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

We collapsed into the massive bed together. "We're married," Aria whispered into the darkness. "We really are." "And we're having a baby." "In three months." I placed my hand on her belly. "Our family." Emma kicked hard against my palm. "She knows," Aria laughed softly. "She knows she's safe," I said. We fell asleep tangled together, limbs heavy, hearts full. It was the perfect end to the perfect day. The Message I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was silent, bathed in the blue light of the city.

"Are they trying to erase Wythe and his mother from Lambert's memory completely?" "Most likely." Horace nodded solemnly. Thinking back to the information he had received at the hospital, Horace furrowed his brow even more. "There's something you might not know. Uncle and Auntie have found Lambert a fiancée, and she's supposedly pregnant with Lambert's child." "I know about the fiancée, the woman answered the phone when I called earlier. But what about the child? I don't believe Lambert would betray Lydia, especially since they're not divorced yet, right?"