Novel & Cerita Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book

“You’re a mother now. Focus on reality, not fantasies.” Reality. One baby. One truth everyone else seemed to share except me. My grip tightened protectively around the baby. “I’m not crazy,” I said softly. Lucien didn’t answer. He simply watched me. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ The next day, I demanded proof. I asked for my medical files. The nurses hesitated but eventually handed over a folder. My hands trembled as I flipped through pages. Ultrasound reports. Vitals. Delivery summary. Every document said the same thing.

"I know we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, sir, but I care deeply about your daughter. She's everything to me. I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to protect her." My father's lips curled into a slight smile. "I can see that. I was skeptical at first, still am, to be honest. But if she trusts you, I can learn to." I took a deep breath, my fingers brushing over my belly as if they knew what I was about to say. "Dad, there's something else." His eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. I reached for Kaelon's hand and laced our fingers together. "I'm pregnant." The words hung in the air, soft but heavy.

I sit down on the sofa and close my eyes. Please God, let this be the answer I want. The answer I need. The answer my family needs. Just this once. I swear I will never fuck it up again. I finger the envelope, holding all the answers. Finally, I rip it open, my heart pounds as I skim over the words. Positive match. Oh. My. God. There it is, in black and white. Jayden is the father of this baby. We did the impossible again! But will I get to be a mother to this tiny life inside me? How do I cope with the worry and pressure of an impossible pregnancy?

“Let the maids handle the rest. You’re supposed to be resting, remember? Your husband will have my head if you so much as lift a finger.” I rolled my eyes fondly but obeyed, moving to a comfortable armchair nearby so I could still oversee everything without standing too long. My belly felt heavier today, the twins more active than usual, but the pregnancy glow still made me feel radiant. My skin was luminous, my hair shiny, and even my growing curves felt beautiful under Marcus’s constant adoration. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and my smile widened instantly when I saw the message from my father.

I pulled it out and lifted it in the air for Katherine to see. “What to Expect: A Book for Expectant Fathers.” Katherine read the title out loud, and a smile graced her beautiful face. “I wanted to be prepared. I did not get to experience this with Erin, but with our new baby, I was willing to ride the tide with you. You are not alone in this pregnancy, sweetie. You have me.”

Didn’t shout. Didn’t defend herself. Instead— She reached into her bag. And brought out a paper. Placed it on the table. Hospital report. Clear. Undeniable. Pregnant. A few weeks. The timing matched. Everything matched. Grace stared at it. But didn’t pick it up. Because she didn’t need to. The truth had already landed. Their father stood up slowly. Looked at their mother. Disgust written all over his face. “Can you see how useless your daughters are?”

“I hated him at that hospital rail. I still do not trust the world he brings with him. I also watched him stand outside rooms he was banned from and keep this family medically afloat while you were too sick to track the accounts. Pride is a beautiful thing until it starts choosing which of us gets to stay alive.” I turned away because my eyes had started to sting and I did not want her to have that, too. The pregnancy sat heavy under my ribs, a forward weight that made every argument about the future feel less abstract. Delivery was no longer a theoretical door at the end of a long corridor. It had a season. A shape. A possible room where blood and pain and decisions would strip every polite

Like someone turned up a dying candle. He smiles. It’s crooked and bloodied and broken, but it’s still my dad. I lean as far toward him as the ropes allow, the pillar scraping my back raw. “Dad,” I whisper, voice trembling despite my effort to steady it, “I’m pregnant.” The word hangs between us. “You’re going to be a grandfather,” I breathe. “So you need to hang on, okay? Just hang on.” For a second, I think he didn’t hear me. Then his entire face changes. A real smile spreads across the mess of bruises and dried blood. Tears gather in his eyes, slipping sideways toward his temples.

Outside, rain tapped at the windows, soft and patient, as if the night had all the time in the world. “My daughter,” Mrs Hale said at last. “She was ill. Very ill. Lady Vivienne paid for the hospital, the specialists, the treatment. More money than I could have found if I had worked three lifetimes.” She looked at Elena then, ashamed and pleading. “After that, there was always one more favour. One more signature. One more door left unlocked.” Elena did not want pity. Pity made betrayal harder to hold. “Did you know I was pregnant?” she asked.

I look over at him, and he's looking back at me with pleading eyes, begging for me to not tell his mom that he could be such a heartless person and tell the mother of his unborn child to abort the baby. I'm not about to be involved in a family feud. To save us the stress of the following questions, I tell Mrs. Stewart what I know she wants to ask. “If you're wondering what happened to the pregnancy, I had a miscarriage in prison,” I say casually that Mrs. Stewart looms at me skeptically. But I don't care. It's either she takes my word for it or she doesn't. “What about your four kids? Whose their father?” “He's dead,” I reply. The waiter walks in with our meals, and places them in front of u