Pregnancy Contract Novels & Stories

"You are going to eat soup." Something unknots in my chest, quietly and without my permission. "You don't need to manage me." "The contract says I do," he says mildly. "Clause three. Medical and nutritional wellbeing during the pregnancy." I look at him. "You put soup in a legal document?" "I put 'nutritional wellbeing,' which is a broader category." Something at the corner of his mouth moves, not quite a smile but in the direction of one. "Soup qualifies."

She would live with him until she gave birth, she would quit her job, she would speak to no one about the pregnancy and who was responsible, she would never appear in front of the child after it was born and she would take much care not to do anything that will affect the child, including working anywhere else. Breaching any terms of the contract will make her pay 50 million dollars. But adherence to the contract clauses will make her earn 50 million dollars. Throughout the drive to Paul’s house, Stephanie sat,fiddling with her fingers as she gazed blankly through the windows, wishing she hadn’t gone out that night. Missing her old life and the independence she thought she had. She had decid

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.

he greeted me and passed a file to me, telling me to read it carefully and ask him if I didn't understand it I nodded and collected it from him, the contract stated everything he had told me yesterday, except from where it stated if I refused to leave after i give birth i would be taken to court and also there should be no contact between us anymore after the contract, and also I wasn't forced to sign the contract. After reading it properly i signed it and that was it, there was no going back anymore within a few days i would be pregnant. I handed the file back to him and he took it

We finally went to the barrister the next day to sign the documents and then when the two documents were presented to us I had to place my signature on that I knew that I was already in for this contract and after 3 months I'll be getting a huge payment I just have to concentrate and know that there is a money ahead but then the barrister made us to understand that we should not cross our limit because this is a contract I need by any chance I get pregnant that means we'll have to cancel the contract and make it real.

“You always were better with contracts than with feelings. But facts are facts. I’m pregnant. And according to our agreement…” She crossed the room, picked up the folder from the counter, and flipped it open. She didn’t need to; she had memorized it. But she wanted him to see. She wanted the words to hang between them. “Neither party shall engage in sexual relations with other individuals during the period of this agreement.” She tapped the clause with a manicured nail. “That means if I’m pregnant, it can only be yours.” Damian’s jaw clenched, his gray eyes hard. “You’re not pregnant.”

I grimaced when I heard those words, pregnant and stuck "Trust, I wouldn't want that either. So, is that all?" "Yes, I guess." "Well then, turn to the last page of the file and read my rules." She instantly did as told. "No cheating while the contracting is still on, or it will be considered as breaching the contract. No act of seeking attention would be allowed, no child bearing until both partners agreed to such an act. Restrictions to invading any personal space. And lastly, no falling in love during the contract, or the contract would be instantly terminated." She would furrow her eyebrows sporadically during the process.

" That's none of your business. It's done, it's mine, it's my responsibility. I'll give you half the money now, and you'll get the rest upon delivery. A thin, tall man walks into the room and walks swiftly towards me, giving me a black file. " What's this?" I whisper. " Contract," I open it and briefly read through it. These are rules he has given me. I must stay here and inform him of any movements I make. I can't attempt to run away. I scoff as I continue. It also says I can't be in a physical relationship with any man or woman while I'm pregnant. I should eat healthy meals prepared only by a chef and visit a gynecologist often.

My hand finds Gabriel's automatically—a reflex born of the contract. His palm is slick with sweat. So is mine. A producer counts down. "Live in five... four... three..." Rebecca turns to the camera. Her smile is professional, predatory. "Good afternoon. I'm Rebecca Walsh and today we're discussing the contract that has the world talking. Gabriel Hunt and Isla Bennett's prenuptial agreement—specifically, Section 19, the so-called 'pregnancy clause.'" She turns to us, her body angling for the kill. "Let's address the elephant immediately."

‘’Let us maintain this distance. ’’why? Are you afraid that you might fall for me?’’I asked her, and she shook her head in response. ‘’Are you sure?’’ I folded my arms and crossed my legs. ‘’yes,’’ she responded. ‘’Let’s just finalize the rest of the contract, please,’’ she muttered and continued reading through the pages of the contract. ‘’it indicates here,’’ she continued, pointing her finger to what was written on the page, which I didn’t care about since my copy was at the end of the table and what I was concerned about what staring at her. ‘’it says that all of my financial bills will be taken care of while I am pregnant and I wouldn’t have to work…’’