Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book Novels & Stories

I whispered and my father looked at me in horror. “She wants your husband?” He asked and I looked at him, I wept as he held me. There was so much he didn’t know, how would I explain to him I was pregnant with another man’s child who was my step brother and Briteny's ex-boyfriend, who she adores and we would be meeting them today along with his father? “Please Dad I can’t, talk now let’s just go,” I suggested, and seeing how the topic spoiled my mood he nodded and held my hand as we walked out of the room.

"I've been taking care of him for a lot of years and all you did was to work and attend gatherings related to your work!" "Because it feeds us and it gives us everything! So, don't belittle my job!" "I don't want to be in here! You knew that I still love him, but you pushed yourself! You didn't care about my feelings! You only care about yours!" "So, you're doing this because you still love your ex? Does he love you?" "Yes, I'm p-pregnant, Brigoure," My Mom said and my Dad started to laugh like a mentally ill person.

Shaking, I picked it up and opened it, my hands shaking as I sifted through the contents, praying he wouldn't hit me again—but that hope felt like a dream. My mouth fell open in shock as I scanned the document. To my despair, I realized I was six weeks pregnant, and the father was none other than Jacob. I knew at that moment I was doomed; this was the end of my life as I knew it, and my father would never forgive me.

He brings his hands to the back of his head, he looks stressed out. “Elliot, just fucking out with it already.” My stomach does not like the sound of his voice. “My ex called me today, she says she is pregnant, and there is a chance I could be the dad. I really don’t understand how it could be possible.” He kept talking but I stopped listening. I have no idea what just happened to me but I think I passed out. I am still sitting up in my bed. But, I am not there.

He smelled of sandalwood, coffee, and the crisp city air—a scent that used to intimidate me but now smelled like home. He rested his large hands on my stomach, which was now enormous. I was thirty-nine weeks gone and the gender of the baby had been revealed to be a boy. The baby was fully cooked, heavy, and apparently practicing karate on my bladder. "He’s active today," Cole murmured as a particularly strong kick pushed against his palm. His eyes lit up with that wonder that never seemed to fade, a look of pure reverence that always made my throat tight. "He knows his eviction notice is coming up," I teased, resting my hands over his, trapping the warmth there. "I think he’s trying to remod

Stupid me. I finished eating and got ready to leave. There was no reason to stay any longer. But my steps stopped. A folded piece of paper was tucked underneath my purse. I picked it up and read with racing heat. Thank you, baby girl. Last night was one of the most beautiful nights of my life. I wanted to stay longer but I have a meeting. I hope we meet again. Yours, Dear Daddy. I read it twice, biting my lip, a blush creeping all the way up my face.

“Dad?” What? Michael is his father? Heart galloping, I alternate my gaze between Michael and Liam. “Hello, son.” Michael hums, wrapping his hand around me. “What brings you here?” Liam curses, his eyes rimmed with a red hue as he looks between Michael and me. I don’t know what to make of this! So, I’ve been fucking my ex’s dad? Well, instead of feeling guilty, what I feel is pride. Satisfaction. I bagged the bigger man, after all.

When he finally shot his seed into me we were so tired we fell asleep like that, cock in cunt. My pregnancy was a worry. I'd heard scary stories about the monsters that girls who were made pregnant by their daddies gave birth to. Fortunately there were several men who fucked their daughters in daddy's club. One of them was a doctor and he took care of me throughout my entire pregnancy and our daughter was perfectly normal. Daddy is so proud of me. My tits have grown to a DD-cup and our little baby is perfect. Daddy says she looks just like me. I've had my check-up today. I no longer have to satisfy daddy with only my mouth. Tonight I'll welcome him home, back into his little slut's cunt.

I wanted to move away,yank her from me but I craved comfort. I needed someone to tell me that it's not true. My horny self had taken my back to the arms of the man who I had moved away from. I literally begged him to…oh god. "What is it,child?' She spoke softly. For a moment I wondered if I should allow myself to be comforted by her. No. Look where my emotions got me the last time. "It's okay…it's going to be okay." She assured me but it did not work. I am pregnant. Alex is the father. My ex is the father. Sure I had agreed to getting married to him but getting a baby with him was not part of the plan.

I open it and start reading through some of the writing, and it's a handwritten book; I'm not sure this is even a book, more like a journal. My eyes widened when I saw a name I knew, Xander, that's my dad. I flip through more pages, and that's when I knew my Mama had written this. Today, my dear Xander, I found out I was pregnant; I was shocked but thrilled to be having your baby; I wish things hadn't turned out as they did when you chose to believe your brother over me; Knox was well known for his lying schemes. So my mother was not with my father when she fell pregnant? I always thought they were happy?.