Pregnant And In Love Novels & Stories

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

I saw glimpses of medical reports showing I was pregnant. I saw Jeffrey driving to pick me up, and we ran away before the wedding. In the end, we had a car accident. The images in my dream played out like a movie, piecing together the truth I never wanted to face. I had cheated on Byron with Jeffrey, gotten pregnant, and eloped with him before the wedding.

Everyone began to admire the painting. It was a portrait of a young girl standing gracefully by a window, her face half-covered by a white veil. She wore a long dress that reached her ankles, and her belly was noticeably swollen—clearly, she was a pregnant woman. The beauty's face was partially hidden, but her delicate features were clear. Her eyes shone with the radiant glow of maternal love, like twinkling stars. The viewers couldn't help but be captivated. Wayne recognized the person in the painting almost instantly.

" She sighed. “I have seen you seek a shelter behind your job all these years. You avoid relationships. You have them all pushed away.” "That's not true." I lied. "Adrian." Her eyes filled with tears. "Please. I want to see you married. I would like to know that you will not be left alone when I go. I want to hold your child. I want to see my baby have his own baby.” I felt cornered. Cassandra Whitmore. She was beautiful, polite, well-mannered. My mother adored her. She had been dropping hints of how perfect Cassandra was months earlier. Family dinners. Charity events. Coincidental invitations.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

This was between her and him. Life and death. Possession and ownership. She threw her head back. “You’re not hurting me. I..." I love you, I love you, I'm pregnant for you, I'm carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! "I trust you."

I never imagined marrying someone rich but let’s see if grandpa’s wish would come true. “Hey baby!! I’ve been wanting for like forever. What took you so long? I called Dave and he said you probably went to your grandpa’s house. Has he finally agreed to the surgery?” The tiny feminine voice with the most touched up face and designer shoes uttered in a hurry as she rushed to hug Egon affectionately obviously not noticing my presence.

Pregnant. “Fuck,”

I love being pregnant and I love being a mom even more, “Fuck yeah. Then get ready, love.” I’m fucking ready.

I muted the massive television screen with a sharp, violent stab of the remote control. The image froze on the screen, trapping the moment in pixelated high definition: Cole, looking taller and more arrogant than ever, standing on the rain-slicked tarmac at LAX. His arm was wrapped protectively around that... creature. That pregnant stray he had dragged out of the gutter and draped in Lander diamonds. “We are very happy.” The caption ran beneath them in bold yellow letters. LANDER CEO CONFIRMS MARRIAGE: A RESCUE ROMANCE.