Novel & Cerita One Direction Preferences Pregnant

Lune paced back and forth in her room, clutching the positive pregnancy test tightly in her hand. She couldn’t believe it—she was actually pregnant. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, a mixture of joy, excitement, and nerves. But with each passing moment, her heartbeat quickened, and a new wave of worry washed over her. How was she supposed to tell Arlo? This wasn’t just any news; it was life-changing. She knew how protective he was of her, how much he cared about her well-being, but would he be ready for a child now?

"You weren't on birth control before." He's right, I wasn't, but I always assumed getting pregnant would be this long, drawn-out process, with plans, and charts, and temperature taking. But maybe when you're the happiest you've ever been, throwing caution to the wind and letting love encompass every part of your soul, you're given a miracle. "You really think so?" "Only one way to find out, babe." * * *

It had been so intense I’d barely even thought about marks. I hadn’t thought about condoms either, I realized. A sudden bolt of panic hit me, but I shook it off. Sure, pregnancy after a one-night-stand happened, but with my fertility issues? I didn’t bother worrying, just making sure to look my best. I got a front row seat to Damian’s fall from grace, and I intended to enjoy the show. And oh, what a show it was.

He kissed her deeply. "Harlow said it will be a boy." Alistair raised a brow at October, confused as ever. "She was the one to let me know I was pregnant in the weirdest way." She laughed. "Yes, she is a weird one." Alistair laughed. "Well, at least we can raise our child without worrying as much. Hell, we can have as much as we want knowing that we got rid of Onyx." October grinned. "Yes, I bet they will have your eyes." Alistair kissed her.

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

"You can say whatever you want to make yourself believe, eleven… but just remember that you can't get pregnant in this mansion" "I know the rules of this mansion just as equally as you do and I for sure know that I'm not pregnant. Stop cooking up some lame stories just because you're bored" I said, , concluding that I've had enough of One and her silly superstitions. "Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do" "Hold on!" One shouted blocking my way as I moved to bypass her. I grumbled, tired of her lame stories "What is it? I told you already. I'm not pregnant"

Just me and my baby. Kezzy folded her arms, raising a brow. “So basically, you want to get knocked up by someone you don’t care about? Just any guy?” I nodded slowly. “Exactly. No strings. No feelings. Just... chemistry. I don’t want the father showing up later asking for custody or playing family.” Her jaw dropped again. She looked like I’d said I was moving to Mars. “You can’t be serious! Ath, this is insane! Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” She rubbed her forehead like I was giving her a headache. “Please tell me you’ve had wine. Or vodka. Or something. You sound crazy!”

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.”

and now I was slicing through the crowd of my fans. And it's even worse than the journalists and with my hangover it doesn't help with their incessant hysterical screaming. Sky I love you! Sky a spelling please! Sky! Sky marry me! Sky make me your sub like Anasthasia was in 50 Shades of Grey. No, she's lost or what, that one! Sky Kiss me! Sky! My idol ! SKY I LOVE YOU! SKY I LOVE YOU! AHHHH SKY! (damn she's going to break my eardrums this girl....oops! In fact it was a guy)

His hips thrust harder and deeper as I try and pull away before he stops. “Stefan,” I moan, feeling myself locked to him in all ways. “Why would you do that?” I ask, and his hand strokes slowly across my back. It was just sheer luck that I got pregnant that night, and now, well, I’m certainly going to be. Werewolves have the ability to knot, but it almost always is used to get someone pregnant; it’s rare it doesn’t lead to pregnancy.