Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don't even know what I want to do with my life yet and now I have a baby to think about too. Oh, my dad is so going to kill me. I have never disappointed him before. Of his three daughters, I have been the most gentle and obedient one and I have never defiled him before until now. This all started when I happened to overhear the conversation between himself and my mum, they wanted to marry off. I have always known that my father will be the one to choose who I will marry but I wasn't expecting it to be this early and especially not to his old friend that always makes my skin crawl. I left the house that night without informing anyone and somehow ended up in a bar sitting beside this ridicu

But then the next part hit me like a frying pan to the face: Jay is pregnant… PREGNANT. For a whole solid minute, my brain just… rebooted. Jay Hale. My ex. A MAN. PREGNANT. Not metaphorically, not spiritually literally. I sat down on my bed, grabbed the nearest pillow, and screamed into it. Loud. Like the kind of scream that makes your neighbors wonder if they should call the police. “What the actual fuck is happening!?” I shouted at into my pillow so my parent won’t hear me. “This isn’t biology! This is N*****x with trauma!”

"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.

She repositions herself and exhales slowly, like she’s been holding something in her heart for years. “Many years ago,” she begins, “your ex-husband’s father… Mr. Harlow—may his soul continue to rest, was once my fiance.” At this point I try to sit up. So Travis rushes forward, and adjusts a pillow at my back to stable me. “I was pregnant for him at the time,” she says, lifting a hand slightly and pointing towards Travis. “With him.” I turn to Travis, my eyes searching his face, and he gazes back and doesn’t look away.

Griffin looked at Dicky with a completely blank expression as if he were in a state of confusion. "She's pregnant? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" Dicky asked Griffin, who didn't answer. He was relieved he could share his problem with his friend, even though he hadn't found a proper solution yet. Dicky covered his mouth in shock. Now, Zaylee's pregnancy and the father's identity had left him stunned. "Wait! Don't tell me the baby she's carrying is yours?" Dicky asked, fearing that he was prying too much. Griffin nodded. "What!" Dicky exclaimed, unable to contain his surprise.

I got up and grabbed the seat before I moved to the kitchen and put it on the table. Brad, my ex and Axel’s dad decided to disappear when I told him I got pregnant, disappearing is an understatement. He yelled at me, calling me whore, that had tried to frame him with a baby so he could put a ring on her finger. Brad and I dated for two years before I get pregnant. I met him in college. The beautiful and dark boy that everyone wanted to have but had eyes only for me. He made me promises of love. He said once we finished college, we’d move in together, get married, and have a family. But after college, it was never the right time.

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

I warned him. "Is that why you came here, Mark? Because if that's all, this conversation is going nowhere," he replied bluntly. His words reminded me of Andrea and the real reason I came. I needed to tell my dad about the woman I got pregnant. "It's not about that, Dad... It's about the mother of my... baby," I said, catching him off guard. "What?" he asked, looking confused. "I got a woman pregnant... and she wants me to marry her. But I'm not ready, Dad. So I want her to move into the mansion for now. She can stay with us while she carries our child," I explained.

“Of course, Grandma. Why would I lie?” “Then let’s see.” I tore the envelope open. My heart thudded as I scanned the paper. The letters blurred for a moment… then froze. Paternity result: Excluded. Clide Woods is not the biological father. My breath hitched. “What… what is this?” Clide frowned. “Grandma, what’s wrong?” I slammed the paper on the table. “This! This is what’s wrong!” Cassandra jumped. “W-what do you mean?”

Find one from two weeks ago: "Fashion Mogul Lucien Cross Steps Back from Public Appearances." The article speculates about business troubles, health issues, personal problems. It doesn't mention me. But I know. I know why he's withdrawn. Because I broke his heart. Week four, I have a prenatal appointment. Everything is fine. Baby is healthy. I'm thirty-seven weeks now. Could go into labor anytime. "Is the father involved?" the midwife asks. "He's in New York. But he wants to be here for the birth." "That's good. Support is important."