Manifest Michaela Pregnant Novels & Stories

"Even if I can't stay with her, I won't accept you. Hurry to leave here. Get out of my sight. Don't show up in front of me again." Michael's voice was cold and ruthless. Amelia's smile faded gradually. "Michael, how can you be so ruthless and cold?" Suddenly, Amelia complained loudly, though many people gathered and rubbernecked beside them. "Michael, I'm pregnant with your child! How can you deny it? Will you marry me?" Michael widened his eyes suddenly. "Amelia, what are you talking about?" The surrounding people discussed more loudly. "What is going on?" "That woman is pregnant with Dr. Hart's child?"

she said. I was ready to tell her exactly how unimpressed I was, but Michael’s voice cut through the room at that moment. One sentence echoed in my ears over and over. “I am not responsible for Miss Sienna Knight’s pregnancy.” My breath caught. I leaned forward and stared at the screen, as if sitting closer would make the entire world slow down so I could process what I was seeing. He began presenting evidence. Clips, reports, messages and audios. Things I had never imagined will happen. Aria kept screaming beside me and pointing at the screen, but her voice sounded far away. Everything seemed muffled.

I ask her and see her turn her head and look at Michael who has turned around and is leaning at the counter. " some parts of it I know you are going to like but I'm not sure about it all!" she says when Michael pushes off the counter and walks over to the table and takes a seat beside Emma. Looking between them I can't understand what's so important for them to be both to tell me. "you're pregnant!" she says and I start to chuckle at her and shake my head at her, we just mated and she could not possibly know already. "We just completed the mating, you can't know that!" I say and look at her when she doesn't say anything I turn my head and look at Michael, he sits there calmly and just looks

When I returned to the deck with a glass of cocktail juice, ice cream, and wine, Mila and Angelo were throwing food to the dolphins. The view was spectacular. I must be lucky… that God gave me this family when I was desperate. Desperate… A memory flashed in my mind as I placed the tray on the table. “Levi! I’m pregnant!” my wife had said happily that day. But I wasn’t surprised. The doctor had already told me. “Mr. Marcuae,” he had said, adjusting his glasses as he placed the report in front of me, his expression grim. “Your wife is pregnant.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.” I couldn’t help but laugh. As chaotic as they were, this was my family, and Michael was about to take on the most chaotic role of all. Later, I texted Simeone. As someone who was part of the Moonveil pack, she had a right to know! Hey, so… there’s something big happening with Michael and Gabi. –L What? Tell me! –S Gabi’s pregnant. –L Wait… what?? Seriously? But… I thought they weren’t fully mated yet. –S

He huffs and Ash smiles, cuddling Bright on the couch. "Trust me, it's worth it." Sia and Seth emerge from the bedroom and all eyes are on them. Michael raises an eyebrow. "Is Seth joining in?" "Nope." The other male nods at Sia and he smiles. "I'm pregnant, so from now you will takecare of Samantha." Man and Michael scream and run to hug her. Jace smiles, his hand subtly holding Jia. Win uncovers his ears and looks up at Man. "Who's the dad?" Michael looks at Man and raises an eyebrow. Ash nods.

Michael looked up slowly. “Clara…” Her voice came out softly. “Yes.” “You’re pregnant?” She nodded. For a moment, he didn’t speak. Then he laughed quietly. Not because it was funny. But because the news had caught him completely off guard. He leaned back in his chair. “Wow.” Clara waited. “Say something,” she said nervously. Michael looked at her again. His eyes were bright. “I’m going to be a father again.” Clara felt tears forming in her eyes.

"She used to come over to Grandpa and Grandma’s house with Uncle Ronan." I froze. Aurora, mid-bite of her chips, slowly lowered her hand. Kyara dropped the pillow from her lap. "What?" I asked, my voice tighter than I meant. Mischa nodded casually. "She’d bring cakes. Or wine. Or lots of shopping bags." We all exchanged looks. My stomach churned, the memory hitting me like a meteor. The news from a few days ago: Mikaela, pregnant, walking out of a clinic in Moscow with Pascha.

His hand slid down her body, caressing her hips, her thighs, slipping under the edge of her panties. Just as he tugged gently at the fabric, Donatella caught his hand. “Mik…” she whispered. He paused. Then she said it softly—almost too softly. “I’m pregnant.” Mikhail froze. For a long moment, he didn’t breathe, didn’t blink. “…What?” Donatella nodded slowly. “I am.” “Fuck—baby…” Mikhail grabbed her face instantly and kissed her with raw, unrestrained emotion, like the world was finally giving him something back.

"She just asked me to come home. I have to go now, Levi. We'll talk later." "What do you mean you have to go now? We're definitely going together. I hope everything's okay with Kira." I drove to Micha's house , micha was in a daze, clearly distracted. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at his house. He rushed inside, and I followed, hoping Kira was safe. Inside, I saw her sobbing. Micha went to her immediately. "My love, what happened? Did anything bad happen?" he asked. With tears streaming down her face, Kira said, "No, it's not something bad… it's just… it's not the right time. I'm… pregnant."