Marinette Pregnant Novels & Stories

“Mr. Cross please, what happened? Why are you dragging her this way… she… she’s pregnant. You might hurt her. Whatever happened, we can talk about it, please just—” “If you don’t want to lose your job, you’ll seal your mouth, Marie,” he said, not looking back at her. She didn’t say a word after that. I looked back at her over my shoulder, tears already blurring my vision. “Marie—” “Keep moving,” he said. As we reached the top of the stairs, I tried to pull back, grabbing the railing with my free hand, resisting with everything I had. “Please—take a moment and listen to me, Mr. Cross. I’m pregnant, please, just slow down, just—”

Marianne complained, her face reddening from anger. " I never told you whatever is happening to me is because of her. I'm fine but I just want to be alone!" Kaileyn snapped back and there was a short silence. " There's good news," Marianne brightened up after a while but the redhead didn't even spare her a single glance. " Luna is pregnant again. I'm so happy." Marianne clapped happily and as expected, Kaileyn turned to her sharply. " W...what?" She stuttered.

· We're going to ride the carousel with the children, then we'll go see the fortune tellers, says Marianne. · And the rest... we don't know yet. Very well, let's go. We spend the day playing with the children and going around the stalls. At one point, Marianne left to see her son, who is one month old, to nurse him. That will make two boys for her; Bella has a daughter and a boy on the way. Sibelle has two children, one girl, one boy. Andrea has one child. Fabiola has two girls. Aristide, my uncle's wife, because they got married, has one and one on the way; they are so happy about the arrival of this little one; the family is going to grow. Who would have thought he would find love. Angèle

"Roberto, baby, don't tell me that, besides, there's something I have to tell you. - What are you going to go crazy with? - He says as he looks at her in disgust. -I'm pregnant! - Mariane bursts into tears and lowers her head, she knew Roberto was going to react in the worst way -Dammit! But if you're an old woman, how are you going to have a baby at this point? Are you crazy, Mariane? – She feels how his breath is getting closer and closer and closes her eyes, waiting for a possible blow, but she felt Roberto's arms around her: He was strangely hugging her

She teases, “there's no harm in trying him out.” Jaz rolls her eyes, effortlessly making me chuckle. She's in her white pajamas, hair in a messy bun, with a few strands framing her face. “I don't think I'm ready to date anyone yet.” “Why?” I ask, putting a peeled shrimp in my mouth. “It's been five years. You need to move on.” Marinette nods in agreement. Gwendolyn's soft voice pierces the air, “Yes, Jaz. I need a baby since Mom has refused to give me one.”

“I’ll see a doctor on my way back home. I don’t have to use this test strip, whatever.” “Go into the damn bathroom and do the test right now,” Roselyn commanded, her face void of any readable emotion. “Go inside, Marina.” Marina took the strip from her friend, her legs barely carrying her as she ambled into the bathroom. She prayed hard that it wouldn’t be what she was thinking. She had never gotten pregnant, even when she had raw sex with Collin. She was certain she couldn’t be pregnant now. Not now that her life was in shambles.

"If you don’t want to get pregnant, it’s better not to have sex. No matter how careful you are, there’s always a possibility." "That’s true," the young woman agreed. "I wish I had the same luck as Mrs. Maitê." "Mrs. Maitê?" Sofia asked, entering the kitchen to get some water. Mara raised an eyebrow and stood up, authoritative. "Yes, Mrs. Maitê for you and for all of us." Sofia sighed, trying not to let it get to her. "She’s not even married to the boss." "She isn’t married. But they are engaged, besides having children and being in love."

“But apparently someone has been paying for your prenatal care.” The room went still. I frowned. “What?” “I thought it was Damien.” Damien frowned too. “It wasn’t.” Marcus looked down at his phone, then back at me, his expression unreadable. “The payments started before you ever met Damien.” A cold feeling settled in my chest. Because suddenly someone had known about my pregnancy far earlier than they should have. And according to the hospital records, that person had been using the name: Nathan Collins.

Four years of marriage and still no baby. It wasn’t as though we hadn’t tried. We had. More times that I lost count. Every month came with hope… And every month ended in disappointment. Jason noticed the change in my expression. “Hey.” He gently tucked a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. “Don’t think about it.” “I’m trying not to.” He leaned and kissed my forehead gently. My phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. Melissa 💕 A smile spread across my face before I answered.