Manifest Michaela Pregnant Novels & Stories

The doctor cast a dark look at Caleb before snapping, "Stop wasting my time and let me save this patient! You're holding your mistress and worrying about someone else's life!" With that, I was wheeled toward the operating room. In a panic, Caleb hastily set Yvonne down and ran after me, grabbing my hand. "Laura, I didn't know you were pregnant. I swear I didn't mean for this to happen. If the baby's gone... we can try for another one."

I buried my face in Aurora's soft hair, letting my tears fall as I whispered, "What are we going to do, baby?” ____ Jessica's POV I walked into the living room, expecting to find Michael engrossed in his phone or laptop. But instead, he stood frozen in front of the TV, his eyes glued to the screen. I followed his gaze and my heart skipped a beat. The news anchor's voice droned on, but I didn't need to hear the words to know what was happening. Flashes of Flora at the restaurant, her face twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation, filled the screen. And then, a glimpse of Michael's retreating, his face obscured by his hoodie.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

Whitfield, long struggling with severe psychological instability and delusion surrounding phantom pregnancies, reached a crisis point yesterday afternoon at the Stanford estate. ‘Following a tragic incident where Mrs. Whitfield assaulted Michael's elderly mother, Helen Stanford, the couple quietly finalized their divorce. Standing by his side through the ordeal was Zara Coleman, renowned interior designer and lifelong friend of the family. The couple, who secretly tied the knot earlier today, announced they are expecting their first child.' ‘“Zara has been my anchor through an incredibly painful marriage,” Michael said in a statement. “Emma needs professional help, and while I wish her recov

Michael asked me shocked by my actions. "Because he is violating our agreement, why can't he leave me alone and call or show up on the agreeid time." Michael pulled me close cuddling me. I was about to put my phone down when a text popped up from Maria. Check the news sis. I showed Michael the text immediately turning on the tv. It was so obvious it was about Jordan and his mystery woman who had lost her pregnancy at his party. According to the news, she was pregnant with twins, apparently she was battling depression, she was taken to a facility that will help her cope with everything she was going through.

he repeated. “You've said that!” she snapped. “Michael I was in the middle of something important.” Alissa folded her arms, her stomach growled loudly. Michael sat heavily on the sheet covered sofa and rubbed his face. “I don't know what to do,” Michael's hand shook as he stared straight in front. Alissa furrowed her brow as she walked into the room. “She IS pregnant,” he blurted out, making Alissa stop a few feet from him.

"You are shameless, Michael Stone. You cheated on me, stole from me, and somehow I'm the one at fault. Tell me, have you always been this delusional and self-absorbed, and I somehow missed it, or is this a more recent development?" Michaels's face reddens as he bites his lip, his eyes mad and glassy with the gleam of someone long past sanity. "I'm shameless?!" he barks. "I'm shameless? At least I'm taking care of my responsibilities. You left your son behind. And what about the baby? You're stepping around with someone else while pregnant with my..." He stops, looking down at my waist. If Michael is any good at math, he should have realized by now that my belly should at least be a bit round

Michael was currently spooning her sated body, his face on her neck. "Baby, your scent has changed. It's stronger. More addictive." He peered down at her. Brows furrowed. "Hmmm...I thought you didn't notice." She mumbled sleepily and grumbled. He laid his head on her flat tummy and it tickled. "Michael..." "My love, I think we have conceived. " He stated reverently. Tracing his fingers on her skin. "I think so too. We will be able to hear the heartbeat in a week." She smiled tenderly at him.

Until now, the possibility that I might be pregnant still doesn't seem to be processed in my mind. "That's why I want us to go to the pack doctor, mate," Michael said to me and then he took my hand and gently caressed it as if he was telling me that everything will be okay. Fuck! I'm pregnant and I don't know if everything will be okay.

she said. “No, Layla. You shouldn’t run with the baby,” Xavier said. “There is no baby,” Michaela said, looking at me with pity in her eyes. “What do you mean? I know it hasn’t been confirmed yet, but I missed my period and I had a dream about a child who called me mum,” I said, my heart sinking inside. Michaela shook her head slowly. “No, your highness. Your period was only late, and you probably dreamt about a baby because you desperately want it so much,” she explained.