Pregnant Cars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

But I consoled myself with the fact that she was wearing panties, and that from now on, no one else would ever see her in this naughty little getup but me. Images of flipping up her skirt to find her bare ass begging to be spanked while I filled her teenage pussy with eleven inches of hot, hard dick bombarded my mind. I had to stop. I was seconds away from tearing off her underwear and taking her cherry right there in the car. That triggered the memory of my dreams about fucking in the car while she was pregnant and dripping with milk. Shit. Shit. Damn fucking shit. All of my energy went into ending the spectacular kiss. Our first. We were both struggling to pull in oxygen, our chests heavin

I ride on him till the convoy stopped in his compound. He didn’t let me get out of the car, his driver got out of the car and we continue our sex in the car KIMBERLY. I have been pleading and asking after my husband but non of them refuse to tell me. “ It’s not my fault that he became the father of my babies but Roland’s fault.

My whole body feels so weak, without Sapphire I’m afraid this pregnancy will break me. As I’m about to close my eyes the bedroom door slams open, midnight comes striding in as if she owns the place, a dark frown across her face. “What the fuck!” She yells, “pregnant! Pregnant- with- with that filth!” “Watch it!” I say, warning, “that’s my baby you’re talking about…” Her face softens slightly, if that’s even possible, “yes… the- thing, is your baby too…” she says quietly.

Her mind drifted over the shadows that caught in the valleys between Rhett’s stomach muscles, the texture of the curls in Cameron’s hair, the way the light stole the color from Heath’s eyes. Concentrate Aislen, she told herself, shaking herself free of fantasy and focusing on what her hand and eyes had translated onto paper, and as she did, she felt her heart stutter. The woman was pregnant. She looked up at the model to confirm that the rounded belly wasn’t Aislen projecting her own situation on her art. No. The woman was pregnant and glowing with it.

Nick walks around the car to the driver's seat and gets in while I slide into the back seat. “You're supposed to let me open the car door for you, caroline.” Nick says, turning to look at me as I close the door. I stare at him, seeing the pout he's sporting. “Nick, I'm pregnant, not disabled.” He sighs and turns to face the front of the car again to start it. “I know you're not disabled, caroline. But its the gentlemanly thing to do.” “As far as I am concerned, I'm content as long as you guys keep me fed and sexually satisfied.”

We all returned to feast until Damien and I agreed that we were spent and had to go back home. When we finally got into the car, I stopped him abruptly before he could start the car. “There’s a baby in the car.” Damien looked at me, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What are you talking about?” I took his hand with a wide grin and placed it on my stomach. “Drive carefully. There’s a baby in the car.” Damien’s furrowed brows started to loosen up as realization settled in his features. “You’re…” “I’m pregnant.” I nodded, tears brimming my eyes as he embraced me immediately, assaulting my face with kisses and filling my ears with promises to protect me and the baby.

Cara asked multiple questions at a go. Yara leaned back on the back seat and closed her eyes while suppressing the urge to sigh again. Immediately, her eyes fluttered she glanced at the rear view mirror to know if she could meet the drivers eyes but the middle aged man was focused on his driving. "I'm three weeks gone," She looked away, watching the passer-bys from the window at her right side. Could there be any lady there with an unwanted child like her? "I'm pregnant, Cara Callahan." She finally deadpanned, holding back the tears that filled her eyes, threatening to fall off without warning.

I quickly took a hot shower and change into a black leather jacket and a pair of black trouser and a black matching boot and face cap. I got into my car and drove straight to the hotel. I got there just around mid evening and got out of the car. I walked towards the reception and showed the portrait to the two lady on seat but none of them seem to recognize him. I heard them gossip amongst themselves but I'm not in the mood to listen to their gossips. I'm still in my first trimester so I have to find this alpha before my pregnancy grows into the second trimester. It's not really easy carrying this pregnancy at all. I always feel weak and lose consciousness at interval. According to Irene she