One Direction Imagines Pregnant Novels & Stories

Zoraya Axel’s hand was warm against mine, his touch grounding me as I struggled to hold back the flood of emotions swelling within me. I hadn’t expected him to do this—to acknowledge my unborn child with such tenderness. I had feared disgust, rejection, even silent resentment. But instead, I was met with understanding. “I don’t know what the future holds,” he murmured, his voice steady, “but I know one thing—I want to be in it with you.”

Standing outside that church, sharp wind cutting through her thin coat, stomach already starting to show. The organ music spilled out the open doors while she watched him, “her” Sebastian, slide a ring onto another woman’s finger like the last two years with her had never happened. Like the baby growing inside her meant nothing. Like every look, every touch, every promise had all been one beautiful, calculated lie. The betrayal still burned fresh, even after all this time. It wasn’t just the ring or the vows. It was the way he never once looked back. Never once stepped outside to find me standing there shattered, pregnant, and too proud to scream.

Like a picture that didn’t need me in it. I set the phone down on the cushion beside me and leaned back. My mind drifted without permission. I imagined what it would feel like to be pregnant with Dante’s child. Or Victor’s. My hand rested on my flat stomach as I pictured it. A soft swell under my palm. The way my body would change. Morning sickness that made me reach for crackers. Cravings for strange food in the middle of the night. The way either of them would look at me if I told them. Victor’s quiet, intense pride. Dante’s soft, overwhelmed smile. The thought made my cheeks warm and my heart beat a little faster. I wanted that someday. With them. With both of them. A family that belonged

It had burst through the door. I sat curled on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders, Finn asleep upstairs, and Rhys pacing the floor like a caged animal. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wood floor beneath his feet. The photo of the sonogram still burned in my hand, as if letting it go would make it real or maybe unreal… Ciara. Pregnant. With Rhys’ child. The words echoed in my mind like a drumbeat. Rhys had called her. She didn’t pick up.

Or had she heard something in his voice that wasn’t just for show? She swallowed thickly, trying to compose herself, but the whirlwind of emotions she was feeling right now was making it hard to focus. She was pregnant—carrying his child—and she hadn’t been able to tell him herself. How had she gotten here? How had everything spiraled out of control so quickly?

“I-“ just then the sound of my phone buzzing dragged me out of the memory lane. I opened my phone and it was my mother spamming me photos. Wedding venues. Grand ballrooms. Private estates. Beachfront properties. She had also sent tuxedo designs of three designers. She had been extra naggy after that awkward dinner at Cassandra’s six weeks ago. "Pick one," she had texted. "We need to confirm bookings." The wedding was in a few weeks. Everything was going too quick. I browsed another image of a white marble hall with crystal chandeliers. I could visualize myself standing there with Cassandra and the flashing cameras and investors gawking and the headlines telling the world about the merging of

“this is...” “Insane?” I finished for him, my mind still reeling. The fact that a pregnancy rumor about me had made the rounds in the press felt like a sick joke, one I couldn’t stop playing over and over in my mind. “I mean, yeah.” Damian ran a hand through his hair. “This is going to be chaos.” I shook my head, the words burning in my throat. Damian gave me a look, like he wanted to say something, but we both knew there was nothing to say.

“Look at the way he holds her stomach! Oh my God, the ice king is going to be a dad!” “The hashtag #OurGoddess is literally trending number one worldwide right now!” “She’s pregnant with a Carter heir! This is the biggest merger of the century!” "Oh my God," I breathed, my hand flying to my mouth as a cold sweat broke out across my skin. "Luca... the pregnancy. Everyone knows. The entire world knows. Your mother... the media... they're going to dissect everything." Luca didn't even blink. He reached over, calmly taking my phone out of my hand and tossing it into the backseat. He turned to his sister, his voice dripping with an icy, absolute authority.

“Tell me what’s going on.” I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I begin. “It’s about my One. Or rather . . . my Ones.” I glance at Akin and then at River, my heart racing as I try to explain the situation as clearly as possible. “I thought Akin was my One. I felt the connection, the power, everything. But then something happened with River.” Mother frowns, confusion flashing across her face. “What do you mean, something happened with River?”

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.