Mpreg Unexpected Birth Novels & Stories

"Miguel was the one who snapped "Well... doctor. Nurse Kindle made a mistake. She gave you the wrong results. This is the right one "she handed it over to Miguel "Yes" Miguel exclaimed arousing everyone's attention "She's still pregnant. Melanie was never pregnant with just a child. She was bond to have quads but she lost one. She's still pregnant with triplets!" "Yesssssssss !!!"Michelle screamed extremely loud "She's still pregnant. OMG!" she screamed again "My ear drums "Eros mumbled stinking a finger in his ear

Its owner, Roman Lewis, just had to sign on the dotted line. Maggie's phone began to vibrate. Seeing her sister Pru's name flash across the screen, she stopped dead. The baby. Thirty-seven weeks. Her mind spun through all the prospective complications, everything that could go wrong. Preeclampsia. Preeclamptic seizure. Placental abruption. What if Pru had gone into pre-term labor? What if the umbilical cord had wrapped around the baby's neck?

Her heart falls in relief as she sees June in one piece. “We made it,” I whisper, kissing her hands. “We... made it...” she shudders, shutting her eyes slightly. I am about to panic, but the doctor waves me off. “She is fine, and her heart rate is steady on the monitor.” ** As the midwives gently clean the baby, my thoughts drift back to the moment I almost lost everything. I watch as they wrap our daughter in a soft blanket, a faraway part of my mind still reeling from the chaos that unfolded. She was born prematurely, but the doctor says she is healthy. I remember his voice telling me how lucky I was about June’s situation, and what was supposed to kill her eventually aiding her. Apparentl

Seven grueling minutes later, I was desperately hoping for a single line. Ten minutes later, my life was over. I was pregnant! Two lines. I was carrying Magnus' child. If it was a boy, it was the legacy of the Brown Pack. I desperately hoped I was simply in a bad dream. But no amount of pinching would wake me up; it hurts! I slid down the bathroom tiles and cried. I thought I was finally getting my life back together. I was finally getting a chance to be normal. Away from Magnus. Most especially, my fondness for Paul was growing, and I entertained the thought of pursuing things with him.

Marcus was still waiting when I sat back down, his expression carefully neutral in the way it only got when he had more to say and was waiting for permission. "Finish it," I said. "The birth was recorded at a private clinic near the border, three weeks after she disappeared." He kept his voice low enough that only I could hear it. "No father listed. No family present, according to the intake notes. She delivered alone." The image assembled itself whether I wanted it to or not, Wren, alone, in some sterile clinic room at the edge of civilized territory, no one beside her, carrying a child that might have been mine while I sat safely at home believing every lie Seraphina had fed me.

A family that was growing into something I could never imagine. I was proud of Margot. She had immediately gone into mother mode. She would be fiercely protective of our children, I could see that even now. She pulled out her phone last night and showed me the resources she was checking out. Healthy pregnancies were Cassia’s specialties, but Margot was human. She wanted to see what others were doing in the world of parenting. There were a thousand things that could go wrong before she gave birth and under her glimmer of hope, I could see the worry. But we both pretended that it didn’t exist as we imagined the future.

Yes, I was going to have a home birth but it should have been beautiful but because the baby decided to come a week later after the due date… now we are going to have an unplanned home birth. "Leila, I love you and you are like my sister, since Edgardo is like a brother to me but I'm literally begging you; do not to give birth in my brand new car.” Morgan says in a panicky voice making me chuckle. “I will get you a new car.” Edgardo said. This two are funny. “Okay on seconds thoughts. Push!!!” Morgan yells and I screamed out of pain. “You are an idiot Morgan.” Edgardo snaps at him.

"The joys of being in peace, huh?" Amelia scowled and took a couple of cautious sips of water. "I spent years or so long imagining I'd never get to experience this. My micro heats and low hormone levels..." She shook her head, remembering all those nights she spent crying after the pups was born. Blaming her faulty biology when it seemed no one wanted her, at least for long. "And now that I've been given a miracle..." She trailed off. In past she got by financially but had no idea what would happen when she'd have two newborns. What if one or both of them had special needs? And how would she even fare as a parent? She'd never had a single decent one of her own.

Madz exclaimed, looking more terrified than I was as she grabbed my shoulders. I frowned. I knew Madz was a drama queen, but what if she was right? What if the Regent Luna kills me after finding out I got pregnant by his son?! I suddenly felt so sick in my stomach that I started to gag. “Not here!” Madz squealed in disgust. ***

Megan, her pride wounded, reluctantly accepted Greg's terms, her dreams of becoming the lady of the mansion now shattered. Despite the unfolding events, Megan's resolve to separate Greg and Lily remained unwavering. She reflected on the arduous journey she undertook to conceive their child – the careful extraction of Greg's sperm following their night together, her dedication in travelling back to the United States, and the relentless pursuit of in-vitro fertilization to ensure the child's conception. Driven by her desire to outshine Theresa, Megan specifically selected a male embryo, envisioning a life with Greg and their son.