Mulan Pregnant Novels & Stories

Marianne, her radiant glow juxtaposed against the delicate hues of dawn, took careful steps while Felix walked by her side. "How are you feeling?" Felix inquired, his eyes filled with concern and love. Marianne offered a tired but genuine smile. "I don't know, Felix. It's a mix of everything. But I can't wait to meet our little one." The journey had indeed been challenging for Marianne. The sleepless nights, the physical changes, and the emotional roller coaster were all part of the intricate tapestry of her pregnancy. Felix, ever the supportive partner, had been there every step of the way, offering comfort, understanding, and a steady presence.

"You disgraceful brat! What have you done?" Ethan dodged, glaring at me with hatred. "Grandpa, that woman was using the Moore name and screwing someone behind my back! She fooled you and Uncle Jeremiah! I never touched her. That baby in her belly is not mine!" Hazel chimed in quickly, "That's right, Grandpa. Ethan and I only just returned to Beverton City today, and she's already six or seven months along. There's no way that baby is Ethan's." David turned and smacked Hazel across the back with his cane.

Melinda glanced at the clock on the wall and it was twelve in the evening. “What a luxurious dress, I will look elegant at the engagement party of the Gonzales family's daughter,” Melinda murmured as she twisted her body to the right and left. Enjoying the beauty of her body. She was already three months pregnant, making her belly look a little distended. Melinda stroked her belly proudly. However, a call on her cell phone interrupted her fun. Melinda glanced at the cell phone screen on the dressing table which displayed the name “Bayu, crazy man.”

What was clear was that all of that had just occurred to her and she could say it fluently. "Of course. My husband will take you there. I'm Alina by the way and this is my husband Mason.” "Nice to meet you. I'm Milla." "We are also pleased to meet you. How many months old are you pregnant?" Alina occasionally looks back to talk to Mila who is wringing her hands nervously. "Five months." “Wow, that's great. Male or female?" "We are expecting a baby boy." "May God always protect you and your baby."

It was now time for Killian to choose but how could he when everything was spinning? “I’m not joking. I’m actually pregnant. I went to the doctor. I have the test results. Please, Killian , don’t throw me out of the Moontown Pack. Don’t let them banish me!” I begged. “If you think I’m lying, here.. ” I handed him the report. “This proves I’m pregnant.” “You think I don’t have proof too?” Mirabel scoffed. She walked over to her bag and pulled something out. A pregnancy strip. And a piece of paper.

I look up at her and a knowing smile plays on her lips. “What?” I ask feigning cluelessness. “Are you pregnant?” Mia sneers. This gets Marks attention who stands from a metal stool he was leaning on. “No,” I laugh and it sounds way too high. Mia’s eyes widen with delight. “If you don’t give us the password, we’ll hurt you and the baby,”

She cleared her throat then looked at Charo, then at Milka, “I want to share with you something pleasant, some breaking news.” Milka and Charo stopped what they were doing and stared at her. There are hearts pumping so fast. “Uhm, guys, I am pregnant,” Ivana said. Charo chuckled nervously, he was not expecting that, “Wow, ma'am I am happy, you know ever since I was young I always dreamed of being an uncle.” Ivana smiled as she turned to Milka who nodded. Milka was not surprised because she had suspected it in Ivana's change in diet and mood swings suddenly.

Diana rolled up her sleeve slightly and asked, "How is it?" "It's complicated." "Can it be treated?" "Of course," Mandala smiled faintly. Then she said, "I am a Voodoo Lwa. There's no illness I cannot cure in this world. However..." Her gaze darkened slightly, then she suddenly spoke up. "I just found out that you're pregnant." "Yes," Diana said, resting her chin on her hand, raising an eyebrow. "So, does it affect anything?" "It does," Mandala replied. "Being pregnant is very detrimental to your condition."

I stood there, staring at her while my fingers tightened around the money in my hand. Her friend, who had been standing a short distance away, suddenly laughed. "Selena, leave the girl alone," she said, walking toward us. "Come on." But Selena wasn't finished. She looked at my bare finger again before shaking her head. "Getting pregnant without even being married," she muttered. "Some people don't have any sense." Something inside my chest tightened. For a second, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her that I had been married, that I had once worn a wedding ring, and that I had spent years desperately wishing for a child while being made to feel like I was somehow defective be

“Thank you, my love! You made me so happy! I love you so much! Gil said full of emotions. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and hugged her again. Everyone broke in cheers and jeers! The next day, Maan and Gil went to their doctor's appointment. The Ob-Gyne was amused when she learned that Maan purposely did not go back to have her next shot. The doctor confirmed that she is eight weeks pregnant. The doctor gave her medications for vitamins and gave reminders on taking care of herself and the baby.