One Direction Preferences Pregnant Novels & Stories

Both men stepped forward at the same time, blocking the doctor's path. "Who's the patient's family member?" the doctor asked. "I am!" they both said in unison, causing the doctor to pause in surprise. "You both are? Alright, then let me ask this instead—who is the patient's husband?" Andrew stepped forward. "I'm her fiancé. Doctor, how is she?" The doctor smiled slightly. "First of all, congratulations. Your fiancée is pregnant—she's three and a half weeks along. However, due to inadequate nutrition and extreme fatigue, she fainted."

She gave her the Pregnancy Test and she immediately took it. She looked at her friend. "Don't overreact, ok? Even if I'm pregnant, it's not good because I can use the child to get Gael to marry me. Besides, motherhood has been studied, right? Excitement and joy spread among her smiles. "I can't wait to marry him, Brielle because since then, that has been my only dream. I want to be Mrs. Ramirez." Brielle narrowed her eyes on her. She inhaled. "You know if you weren't feeling bad, I would have hit you because of your mindset.”

I asked, my voice laced with defiance. Raymond's eyes widened, his expression softening. "I see," he said, his voice gentle. "Well how did you got pregnant for him?." “I dont know, it all just happened” I said my voice firm He nodded “So you now have a pretty baby alone to care for?” I shrugged, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over me. "It's not something I advertise," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aurelia’s POV Ever since I left Noah’s house, my phone had barely stopped buzzing. Messages from him. Short ones at first. Are you okay? Then another. Did the hospital say what they wanted? And another. Let me know when you get home. I saw every single one of them. I just couldn’t reply. Every time I picked up the phone, my fingers froze above the keyboard. What was I even supposed to say? Hi Noah, Turns out I’m pregnant and I don’t even know who the father is. Yeah. That would go well. I dropped the phone back onto the bed and rubbed my face.

However, she saw Thaddeus' name on the headlines, followed by an ellipsis since the title was too long. She opened the article and froze at what she saw. "The Wife of Thaddeus Holt, the CEO of Holt Jewelry, Is Pregnant and Hospitalized." Jessamine's heart was in her throat. Fortunately, her photo wasn't in the article. However, netizens were very enthusiastic and gave their blessings in the comments. She opened Twitter on her phone, and sure enough, she received countless comments and private messages. News of her pregnancy had also reached the top of the trending list.

David was surprised by the way the conversation was suddenly ended. "Why? I don't know. I feel like two kids are enough. And pregnancy feels so long, I'm serious. The only thing worth it about it is the babies. Oh, my love. I was thinking we could try one more, but here's something that fits: it's your body, your choice. So, if you feel like you don't want one more, that's fine. Everything is a little beautiful like a mother. So, I'm sure my baby boy will be as beautiful as you. If I have you three, I'm satisfied. Maybe I'll have a change of heart," she shrugged, "and have one more. Maybe we'll even have twins. Who knows? Besides, I'm so excited to detect. I don't know why. But yeah, we'll j

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.

Seeing that there was food in the fridge she sang out loud as she place it in the microwave. “What you need? She give tenfold, come here, papa, plant your seed She can grow it from her womb, a family Provide lovin' overlooked and unappreciated, you see (yeah) You can reciprocate I got delicious taste You need a woman's touch in your place Just protect her and keep her safe Baby, worship my hips and waist So feminine with grace I touch your soul when you hear me say 'Boy, let me be your woman' Let me be your woman....”

Looking through my thick lashes I can't help but think how perfect everything is. The sun is shining through the stained glass window of the old church casting a warmth on my face. My bridesmaids look stunning in their lavender pencil straight dresses, and my wedding gown is flawless to match. My hands sweaty and strangling the bouquet nervously, I look at my husband-to-be. He doesn't look as happy as me, in fact he looks miserable. I notice he's sweating, a pensive look across his face as his head is bowed. He rubs his forehead with a trembling hand, not making eye contact. Maybe he took a Viagra for later tonight. He took one of those a month or so back and had a similar reaction. He had a

“That…has alcohol in it, right?” Alina smirked and nodded her head. “I can’t be having that!” she exclaimed. “I might be pregnant,” she said, feeling warmth in her eyes. She knew that a small amount wouldn’t have done much damage. And she wasn’t even sure if she was already pregnant. But it still made her guilty. “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Alina said. “Don’t worry, baby,” David said. “We can always try for a baby again if you’d like. Vaughn doesn’t have to know that it’s his.”