Lucy Pregnancy Novels & Stories

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

She made a disbelieving noise in her throat and sipped her tea. "I know," she murmured to Molly. "I just want to make sure he's still mine, you know. You told me the wedding plans would begin this month as soon as he gets back." Lucy pouted and batted her lashes innocently, and Molly smiled and patted her arm. Inwardly though, her thoughts were on Tonio and Ria. She had promised Lucy the wedding plans would indeed begin this month, but she had also seen Antonio with Ria.

I hadn’t had a sex life with my husband for over six months. The thought of it sent a wave of frustration through me. Absentmindedly, I ran my fingers over the freshly curled ends of my hair, took a deep breath, and forced myself to focus on work. I exhaled slowly, smoothing the ends of my freshly curled hair, willing myself to focus on work. "Lilith, you can do this!" I muttered under my breath, scanning the endless emails cluttering my inbox. Another late night at the office loomed, but I was determined to reclaim my weekend.

There was a pin-drop silence before he uttered again. “What is it?!” “I’m pregnant, Lucian. I’m pregnant. Crystal blood moon will soon have their legit heir.” “Huh…Lie. Another lie. Seriously, Selene, I’m fed up with you and your dirty games.” “Huh?! Game? What game?!” I asked, not following him. “Lucian, I said I’m pregnant,” I repeated. “I heard you,and Iaid you’re lying,” he replied tersely. “Now stop calling me and fucking stay away from Astra and my child.”

Once he found the necklace, he approached Lucy with care, carefully placing it around her neck. My vision blurred with tears as I watched him, memories clawing their way back to the surface. I remembered how, when I first became pregnant, he'd touched my belly with cautious reverence. He had promised to learn how to cook meals for expectant mothers, urging me to gain weight, to grow strong, so we could have a healthy baby. Lucy's exaggerated gasp pulled me back to the present. "Mike, this is the most beautiful necklace I've ever seen," she said, her voice dripping with delight.

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.

Sarah nodded and I was so happy I kissed Lucy and she smiled sweetly at me. “Congratulations, you are lucky this attack didn’t cause you to lose the baby, it’s a strong little one” the thought of that bastard not only hurting my Lucy but could have taken away my unborn child had me seeing red, oh how I would enjoy killing him. Sarah continued “according to your blood work you are about two months along” she said while flipping through her records. Her words hit my like slamming into a brick wall. We had only slept together for the first time 2 weeks ago, if she was two months along that only meant one thing. Lucy seemed to make the connect the same time as she gasped and put her fingers over

Lucy’s voice exploded through the speaker. I winced and pulled the phone slightly away from my ear. “Why are you yelling?” “I HAVE NEWS.” “That sounds dangerous.” “No, it’s amazing!” she squealed. I leaned back in my chair. “Okay… what did you do?” Lucy gasped dramatically. “First of all, rude. Second of all—” There was a dramatic pause, then, “I’m pregnant.” My spoon froze halfway to my mouth. “You’re what?” “Pregnant!” she repeated excitedly.

Al's question was slow but seemed very demanding. "If you don't believe it, you can calculate it yourself, Al," answered the woman with teary eyes. Her eyes glanced at her slightly bulging stomach. She rubbed her stomach gently. "The fetus in my womb is your child," said Lucy looking at Al. "Don't joke, Lucy!" Al snapped in frustration, making Lucy close her eyes and hug her stomach. "I'm not joking, Al!" said Lucy trying to defend herself. "I was already pregnant when you saw me having sex with Gabriel," she continued.