Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'll make you some porridge okay?" "Mama bla bla." "I know mama bla bla," I said rolling my eyes and Theo found us on our way to the kitchen. "What do you feel like eating?" I asked him and he shrugged. "Your dad already made breakfast, ma," Jameson said as we entered the kitchen. "I told you to call me, grandpa son," my dad chuckled. Well, maybe I should explain the story from the beginning...like how my dad ended up living with us. Two months ago, when we just found out about my second pregnancy, I was a month along already. My dad popped up.

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

Chapter 20 Ana's POV Silence stretched between us after Marcus’s confession. His words hung in the air, cold and unwavering. "I never want to have one." I gripped the wine glass tighter, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My free hand instinctively brushed over my stomach—over the tiny life growing inside me. He had no idea. I swallowed hard, forcing a small, casual laugh. "Marcus, just because your father was a terrible parent doesn’t mean you will be."

I just never thought to ask because it felt like prying. “A close friend of mine who was human is her father. He died when Grace was a baby. His wife is employed by the pack. She never wanted a child and sent Grace to live with me. She isn’t close to her and has only met Grace a few times. But she likes to hear about her. She deserves to know what’s going on. I don’t want her hearing through the gossip in the pack.” He explains. I watch as he picks up his phone and dials a number. Then he reaches out and puts an arm around my shoulder, pulling me in close. I wonder if this is just as much for his support and comfort as it is for mine.

“This bizarre little bit of trivia was mentioned earlier with a promise of an explanation later. Can I have that now?” I laugh, nodding and scootching close to Jackson so that I’m pressed to his side, and Jacks winds his arms around me as I give him the quick version of mom and dad’s history – how they thought mom was a human, how she was accidentally pregnant with dad’s baby due to some shenanigans at a sperm bank, how they fell in love and uncovered a world of secrets while she was pregnant with Rafe. Jacks listens carefully as I speak and I lean against him, curling into his side and looking up into his handsome face as I tell it.

“So, what, are you planning to become the world’s first dad with a PhD in prenatal care?” He chuckled lightly, glancing at the book. “Not a bad idea, actually. Think of the bestseller I could write — Blaze Weston’s Guide to Surviving Parenthood.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Catchy title. But don’t forget the subtitle—For People Who Never Planned to Be Parents in the First Place.” Blaze grinned. “And you would be my co-author. I can see it now: Faith Adelaide’s Tips for Staying Sane While Pregnant.”

Now i really want to know, ‘Son, She will be alright. She is tough as nails, she knows her stuff, she reads a lot and she trains with your mother and you, yes it's going to hurt like h3ll but other than that, she will be fine, her lycan will take most of the pain away, but she is still going to hurt, so you and her mother will need to be there, by the way, i'm going on your next collection, I know this son of a bitch, he owes me money, and i want it back,” i started laughing, i was wondering when my father was going to start missing going on collections, every now and then he will get a wild hair up his ass and he would want to go, i never say no to my father, he lives for this, I might be t

Nonetheless, I can’t deny how thrilled I would be to have a bevy of children with this wonderful man. I can’t express how thoughtful and conscientious he has been throughout this pregnancy. Believe me, if I had the option of choosing whose child I would carry, I would only choose my husband’s. *** “Okay, that’s about enough pregnancy talk to last me a lifetime. Time to see if there’s anything else in here besides her pregnancy.” I was flipping through the pages when my eyes glimpsed my father’s name. Why was she writing about my father? That piqued my interest further. Invested, I began reading.

I closed my eyes, exhausted, dripping, and already throbbing for whatever came next. I woke up the next morning with Dad’s cock already balls-deep in my pregnant pussy. He was fucking me slow and deep, one hand rubbing my slightly swollen belly while Mom licked my clit from the side. My tits felt fuller, my nipples extra sensitive, and every thrust made me feel that little life growing inside me, my own father’s baby. “Morning, knocked-up princess,” Dad groaned, picking up speed. “Doctor’s appointment today. Special doctor who knows exactly how you got bred. Then we’re doing a full photoshoot here at home. Gonna capture every inch of your pregnant slut body getting destroyed.”

Chapter 8 Amara’s POV The question hung heavily in the steam, thick and suffocating. Raymond’s gaze was unyielding, a silver blade cutting right through the lingering haze of my pleasure. Being pinned against the marble wall by a man who could command an entire room with a whisper made the truth feel dangerous. "He's my ex-husband now," I managed to choke out, my voice raspy as I looked away from his piercing eyes. "Or... he will be soon. It’s complicated."