Miguel O'hara X Reader Pregnant Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shot back sternly. My thoughts turned to Miguel. Despite living under the same roof, our relationship had been strained. I looked away, lost in thought. "I'm pregnant! And he's the father!" she suddenly announced, startling me. "How could he have gotten you pregnant when nothing happened—" "It's been a month since we first met, not just last week. That's how long it's been," she interrupted directly. "What do you mean pregnant?" Miguel asked the woman as he stepped out of the car behind her. I observed his reaction; I knew Miguel had always wanted children since his sister left him with her child.

"I can't believe you're the one saying this, Maddie. After all, you read about us in the paper. I know him better than you do, and I'm telling you that he's the biggest playboy around. That evening you called and I found out that I was pregnant, I did some digging as regards the cover story in which I was featured. Daniel Sturm doesn't stay with one omega for two weeks. He changes then consistently. I know I'm just another notch on his belt, but that's where it ends. No more." "But you can't deny the fact that you felt something for him that night. it's written all over, and I know he feels the same way since he took out time to come look for you in Mexico." Sawyer flattened his palms now on

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.

Multiple pages in Martha's handwriting; messy, urgent, desperate. I almost threw it away unopened, but something made me read it. Millie, I know you blocked my calls. I know you don't want to hear from me. But you need to read this. All of it. I'm pregnant and I'm in prison and I'm scared. The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like in here? Do you know what happens to pregnant women in prison when they don't have money?

After finding out about Caesar's lover's pregnancy, Grace's world felt like it was crumbling apart. She couldn't believe that Caesar had been unfaithful to her, and to make matters worse, Sophia dared to flaunt her pregnancy. Determined to confront the situation head-on, Grace agreed to meet Sophia at a nearby café.

“Ophelia cannot be taken by Alpha Caius—” The Luna announced as she looked in the direction of Ophelia who suddenly had glints of hope in her eyes. “She's pregnant with a child. Going there as an impure woman will cause the same war we are trying to avoid. Can't you see?” Alpha Edgar heaved a tired sigh. He nodded and looked at his wife. “How did I not think about this?” He then looked at Ophelia who was smiling. “Can you see what you've done to us? Can you see?”

A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs. As they rushed me into surgery, I heard the doctor's urgent voice. "Patient's miscarrying—where's her family? We're losing the baby!" I heard the nurse trying to reach Daniel over and over. When she finally got through, Daniel just snapped. "Can you stop calling me every five minutes? I'm working my ass off so she can afford the best prenatal care, aren't I?"

He firmly placed his arm around my neck and whispered, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't snuff the life out of you and save this planet of your vermin blood” “Im pregnant Miguel please,” I said before ripping the fake belly to reveal my rounded abdomen. He let go of me immediately, “im sorry” he pleaded in an earnest tone, “I need answers Miguel, did your mother tell you what was in that tape? Or where she must have hidden it” I asked again before putting the jacket back on.

I told her with a shaky tone and Emily laughed. “You can, Iris, because luckily for you, It's not Jonathan who has this baby but Miguel.” As soon as those words escaped her lips, the sound of a hard slap bounced through the waves of the sea next to us, and I jumped a bit seeing Miguel holding his cheek and Mariana standing before him. “Mariana, really? You really had to slap my man when you have also been sleeping around with the ‘successful Tristan Whales’ who eat as much as a cow.” Emily stood by the other side of the table like a television host and laughed.