Miguel O'hara X Reader Pregnant Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

He had a lot on his mind, and adding her to his list was stressful for him. As pissed as Ophelia was, she wondered how it was possible for Nora to hide her pregnancy if she hadn't announced it... no one would be aware of it. 'What a secretive bitch!' she spat. "We need to summon her... we can't have a physical fight with her, but we can summon her. If we summon her, she will be too weak to fight back." Orion nodded his head. "When are we getting started?" he asked. Ophelia was sick of everything that was going on, from moving over to the Midnight Prowlers to losing her son. Then suddenly, Marcel is nowhere to be seen and isn't responding to her messages.

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"

Miguel said and the call disconnected. Lindsey felt light and less guilty after talking to Miguel, she closed her eyes playing her music again. It wasn't long after she closed her eyes she began to feel nauseous and immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up. "Oh omo, I think she's pregnant" "isn't that a bit too early, it's barely a month since their wedding" "what do you expect when she had a romantic honeymoon with him" "I think I can see baby bumps already" "Whatever, she must be desperate to stand her ground on the Winslow family registry, that must be why she had to get pregnant immediately" "I have a feeling she was pregnant before marriage, how else was her marriage approved"

Melissa Marasigan The day has come, the day the doctor is going to carry out a test and make sure the baby Louisa is carrying belongs to Alpha aOrtega, I've been pacing around the room since morning. My heart won't stop reverberating like a drum I was literally going crazy at this existent, my gaze always axing up and down my mate every second, I don't fucking understand why he didn't use protection when he knows she was not his mate or was he intending on getting her pregnant because of hid curse

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.

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.

"Miguel is my youngest son's illegitimate child with his then-secretary, Mabel. They didn't have a relationship. But in one night of mistake, Miguel was conceived. It was never Mabel's intention to destroy her boss' marriage. So, she resigned without even knowing she was pregnant. She never told Ralph until Miguel was ten years old. Miguel fell seriously ill, and Mabel couldn't afford the hospital bills. If that hadn't happened, my son wouldn't have known about Migo.