Pregnancy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her lips parted, but no sound came. I barked out a laugh, bitter and hollow, raking a bloody hand through my hair. “Was this your plan all along? To pin me with the pregnancy? Is that why you decided to stay? Playing a contract while carrying another man’s child under my roof? To let me…” My throat closed, rage and heartbreak colliding in a choke. “…to let me touch you while he had already claimed more than I ever could?” She flinched. That single movement broke me further.

“Just listen.” She blinked but nodded, waiting. I took a deep breath. “I know you think that this changes things between us, but it doesn’t. I don’t care about the circumstances of this pregnancy. What I care about is you.” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t look away. “I won’t leave you,” I promised. “I won’t let you go through this alone. You are my mate, Zoraya. And whether this child is mine by blood or not, it will still be ours.”

Asher said and side hugged her. (The Anderson company is now changed to the Mila enterprise. ) Kiara puffed her cheeks in annoyance, she was really angry that Asher was not allowing her to do anything. Although she was just three weeks pregnant, she was already adding weight, and she could see some changes on her body. "OK but I'm bored at home. Why don't I follow you to work, I promise not to disturb you". Kiara said with pouty lips. Asher laughed and pinched her cheeks, "With all pleasure honey'. Asher said.

Layla's eyes shimmered with understanding as she spoke, "Marvis, your unwavering love and determination are transforming you into a mother of unmatched resilience. Your child will thrive in the embrace of your unwavering spirit." In the final days of her pregnancy, Marvis embraced every flutter and bump within her with awe and wonder, cherishing the miraculous sensation of life blossoming within her. Her once silent apartment now teemed with anticipation, adorned with colorful baby clothes and nursery decorations, a testament to her unwavering love and her ceaseless dedication to creating a home filled with warmth and affection.

Saying I was jealous of her. I mean who wouldn't be jealous that their own mate was throwing a party for their younger sister because Lyra had his child and I had been married to him for years and no child. Now here I was begging for my own innocence. Hoping he would consider that I his mate, and the mother to his child he would consider. Yes I was pregnant, two weeks but no one believes me. No one cares. I crawled towards Lucian, and held his hand, “I am pregnant Lucian, with your child, can't you consi-”

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

The justice of the peace pronounced us married, and Kael kissed me while the entire town square erupted into cheering, and I felt, standing there in his arms with Lena squirming happily in Ada's grip nearby, the full, complete weight of a story that had finally, truly reached the peace it deserved. We danced as the evening settled into full dark, string lights glowing warm overhead, and I caught sight, over Kael's shoulder, of the diner where I'd once worked exhausted double shifts nine months pregnant, of the street where I'd once walked home alone every night to an apartment with a crib missing one side rail. "Thank you," I whispered against Kael's chest, "for finding your way back to us.

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

I could not pull away. Fenrir leaned down. His visor brushed the edge of my helmet. His breath was hot against my ear. He whispered, "You're pregnant, aren't you? Orion put a pup in his fake Beta. The media is going to love this."

"This is a misunderstanding, I don't know you." Yey, here we start again. “Sweetheart, you know me. I told you already, you are my mate. And you are pregnant with our pup. ” I say and I see Craig smiling at me and leaving the room. “No, You are lying” and she is angry again and rushes to the door but I catch her and take her in my arms. “I am pregnant with my Maxi child!” She said, starting to cry.