Miguel O'hara X Reader Pregnant Novels & Stories

Maggie stepped out. "Tell me, is she pregnant?" I asked, not moving from my position as I held back the water in my eyes. "Tell me, Maggie," "Yes. She is, Thea is pregnant," Her words made my heart stop instantly as the water in my eyes flowed out. And from the corner of my eyes, I watched Killian walk into the hallway. Tears, pain, and sadness reflected in those gazes of his.

He was still on the first glass, and I had already reached my third. “Excuse me, need to touch up my powder.” I touched his arm, and I was out before he could respond. I just turned a corner, seeing the bathroom in front of me, and then Marissa’s voice came behind me. “Stay away from Callahan.” She said. His voice was calm, as always. I turned slowly. “Excuse me?” She stepped closer, and her jaw tightened. “I’m pregnant, Orana. He doesn’t need you anymore.”

She had laughed, cried, and fought for me when I had no one else. “I… I’m pregnant,” I whispered. Her eyes widened. “You… you’re what?” I shook my head. “It’s him… it’s Lucas.” Abigail's face darkened. Her jaw tightened. “Oh, Naomi…” She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. I could see it in her eyes. She understood everything. The contract. The divorce. The fiancée. The house. The years of loneliness. The abuse. She grabbed my hand. “We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry about him right now. Your baby matters. That’s all that matters.”

"I'm not giving my baby to him. So tell me." The door opened and Mabel came in fast, her orange hair still damp, a paper bag from the all-night pharmacy hanging from her wrist. She looked at Briar's face and then at Liam's face and went very still. "Tell me," she said. "She's pregnant," Liam said. Mabel sat down hard on the end of the bed. "What." "Four weeks." "Four." Mabel looked at Briar. "Briar. That prophecy. The two children. If Killian finds out"

Now she felt more like her liberation was some faraway dream smashed by undeniable truths in her hands. A million thoughts had crossed her mind, each more seriously problematic than the last. How would her family take it? How would they react? Above all, would they even believe that she did not know the man's real identity? She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the warm room. She was Emilia De Luca, daughter of one of this city's most feared mafia bosses. The De Luca family didn't do vulnerability and they most certainly didn't make mistakes. And here she was, carrying the child of a man she couldn't even contact if she wanted to.

I close my mouth only now realizing it was hanging open. “What are you doing here?” I ask though I’m not sure I can stomach whatever the answer might be. Mia looked pleased that I asked, letting a sly smile spread across her face. “I think it’s only fair that you know,” “Know what?” I ask the impatience chipping away at my tone. Mia inspects her perfectly polished nails. “That Eric and I are in love and I am carrying his child. So l'm here to move in, because now that I'm pregnant Eric said he'd take care of me” she exclaimed much too happily.

Fabián and Isabel hugged each other, recalling how he himself had forced Ayden to propose if he didn’t want him to have a heart attack. Milagros nodded through her tears. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.” The house erupted in applause and hugs. But then Olivia looked at her closely and said with a gentle smile: “Mili… those mood swings remind me of myself when I was pregnant with Martín.” Milagros laughed at first. Then she fell deep in thought. She took out her cell phone and opened the calendar app. Ten days late. Her heart skipped a beat. “Ayden…” she whispered. “I think…”

she mumbled turning to leave "Well" she halted hearing Lewis voice "She's my soon to be baby mama" he replied and Miguel gasped "Seriously?,she's pregnant? Why not marry her?" Miguel asked 'I can't and won't. She's just a girl that's pregnant for me,once she delivers. She'll leave "he sipped his wine completely oblivious of the fact Melanie is watching "Oh...so..."she never bothered to listen again Melanie ran up the stairs and eventually arrived at the patio. For some reason,she's feeling awful

The word pregnant kept echoing in my head since Maximilian said it. For a moment it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Julian took a breath like he was preparing for punishment. His voice shook at the end. “I swear, I was careful. I didn’t want to make things more complicated. I didn’t want to hurt you.. Then Ophelia told me she was pregnant.” “She checked. We even went to the hospital. The result is that she really is pregnant.” I wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream, cry and ask why life always sided with the people.

“He didn’t even question it?” Miguel shook his head. “Not once. He never stopped to ask if Amelia was innocent. He judged her before she even had a chance to defend herself.” Valerie sighed. “And now?” Miguel looked away for a moment. “He only recently found out Amelia was pregnant with his child.” Valerie blinked in surprise. “Recently? How?” “He saw it on the news,” Miguel replied. “Imagine finding out you’re going to be a father from a television report.”