Lucy Pregnancy Novels & Stories

"I'm fine. It's not like I'm that fragile." Then she turned toward me, concern flickering in her eyes. "Cassidy, what are you doing at the hospital? Another checkup?" I quickly hid the test tube report behind my back and answered flatly. "Yeah. Just finished." At that moment, my parents walked out from a nearby consultation room. The moment they saw me, the smiles on their faces froze briefly. Then their attention immediately shifted back to Angela. "Angela, you're pregnant with your second child now. You have to be careful about everything."

Her eyes, clever, cold, always calculating, didn’t waver from Lucy. Maya paced like a caged panther, her boots thudding the floorboards, anger spilling from every movement. Kira sat beside Lucy, one hand hovering near her shoulder, as though afraid to touch her too roughly. Her dark eyes glistened with worry. The silence dragged. Lucy’s voice cracked. “Don’t. Please. Don’t say it.” Selene’s arms crossed, her voice low, steady. “You’re pregnant.” Lucy flinched as though the word itself were a blade. She lowered her gaze, shaking her head, though her voice was too thin to convince. “You don’t know that.”

Gregory painted a grin on his face to see her acting like that. Lucy splashed herself with cold water from the sink and comb her hair. She found a clean small towel inside so she took it and dried her wet face. She opened her bag to get her lipstick and put it on her lips. She checks herself in the mirror again and she felt relieved to see her face. She went outside and Gregory can't take off his eyes on her. He can't hide the fact that even Lucy just gave birth one week ago, she's still stunning and glowing. I wonder why Kent is still in love with her.

Another message from an unknown number, but this one made her blood run cold: "Congratulations on saving Jackson. But that was just a test. The real attack is coming. And this time, it's not aimed at William or your father. It's aimed at you, Lucy. You're pregnant, aren't you? Three weeks along. You haven't told William yet. But I know. And soon, you'll understand why that matters. Sleep well." Lucy stopped walking, her hand automatically going to her stomach. She'd suspected for a few days but hadn't taken a test yet. Hadn't been ready to face the possibility.

Langley asked them to stay for lunch, he did not even glance at them. All he did was play with the children and indulge in their every whim. This angered Sue, who quietly pinched Lucy. Lucy frowned and exclaimed softly in pain. “Ow.” She was a pregnant woman, after all, and all eyes turned to her. Roberts asked in concern, “What’s wrong.” “My tummy hurts.” Lucy said pitifully, “I have no idea why, but it’s hurting inside.” “See a doctor if you’re not feeling well.” Old Mr. Langley said to her unhappily, “You’re a pregnant woman. What are you doing moving about outside when you have a baby in you?”

I ask. Lucy doesn't answer. She just smirks and walks up the stairs. I follow her. "You don't know what you're doing," I say. I'm thinking about my baby. What will happen to us? "Would you just go away?" Lucy turns and pushes me. I almost fall, but I grab the rail. I feel a pain in my stomach. "My baby," I whisper. I touch my belly. "What?" Lucy looks at me. Her eyes go wide. "You're pregnant?"

Now, hearing Jacklyn's warm tone and friendly attitude, she visibly relaxed. Jacklyn glanced at Lucy, who wasn't far off, and remarked casually, "Lucy might resemble her dad, but her expressions and demeanor still take after you." Romy followed her gaze, and her eyes softened as they fell on Lucy. "You're the first person to ever say that." Jacklyn chuckled. "The first? Now I'm curious what the father looks like. For Lucy to look like a mini-him, he must have some strong genes." Romy's smile froze at this. She lowered her head slightly, and her eyes dimmed. "I've never seen the child's father, either. To be honest with you, Lucy's the product of a drunken one-night stand, and I only realized

Lucy, with a smug expression, held up a piece of paper for everyone to see. It was a pregnancy report. She was pregnant.

The next second, Lucy is walking over and sitting on the bed beside me, concern in her voice as she asks gently, “Are you sure though? I mean, after everything... the contraceptive pills.... How can you be pregnant? Did you stop taking them?” I shake my head, happy to see that she's at least getting a little bit free when she talks to me. “I stopped taking the pills when I left the packhouse a month ago. Up until that time, I still took them. The hospital tested twice, and they confirmed it. I'm pregnant.” Lucy nods quickly. “Of course, of course.” She smiles and pulls me into something of an awkward hug. “Congratulations once again, Destiny.” Her arms are tight, almost too tight, but I chuc

At peace. “Yeah?” Lucy pressed, her eyes widening, hope flickering brighter. Slowly, Rosa lifted her hand and showed her the test. Two pink lines. For a second, Lucy just stared. “Wow…” The word barely escaped her lips. “You’re pregnant… finally.” A wide smile broke across her face as she pulled Rosa into a tight hug. “Congratulations—you’re going to be a mom,” Lucy whispered softly. Rosa closed her eyes, holding onto her. A tear slipped down her cheek—this time, not from pain, but something far gentler.