Pregnant Emo Novels & Stories

I was already irritated. "So... did they announce that Akisha is pregnant?" I asked casually. Mikee blinked. "Wait, she's pregnant?" "Yes. That was the announcement," I said lazily, spoiling the suspense. "Still, Ath... shouldn't you hug her since it's her birthday?" Mikee asked, frowning. "Nah. She's fake, and I'm hot. I can't risk it today," I said with a smirk, waving it off. Then, Charl took the mic when the host called him. “we Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear the big news! My wife, Akisha, is seven weeks pregnant!"

The plastic stick clatters onto the tile floor. It lands face up. We both freeze. Drakon looks at it. I look at it. The little window is clear. One pink line. Control. And right next to it... a second pink line. Dark. Undeniable. Positive. Drakon stares at it. The color drains from his face, leaving him gray and ghostly. The vein in his neck pulses. "You're pregnant," he whispers. "Drakon..." "You're pregnant." He looks up at me. His eyes are wet, but they burn with a hatred that cuts me to the bone. "And the math doesn't lie."

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

"Then we both stopped, looked at each other, and started laughing." "That's healthy fighting," Emma said. She sounded different these days, lighter, even though I knew she still had nightmares. "That's what normal couples do." Normal. What a strange, wonderful word. "How's Arizona?" I asked. "Good. Really good." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Marcus took me hiking yesterday. I didn't have a single panic attack on the trail." Marcus, her therapist-turned-boyfriend, though that had only happened after she'd completed her treatment program. Emma had spent three months at a trauma center in Sedona, learning words like PTSD and triggers and healing. She'd come back different. Quieter in so

Erica walked to her dressing table and wore some big earrings, brushed her hair and used her body spray before she walked out of her room with a white shoulder bag. As soon as she got back to the massive living room, her father in law, Mr Bertram saw her and gasped “beautiful! Really ready for the day” he said immediately and his wife turned to her too “Oh my! You’re going to work sweetheart? You should not right? You’re pregnant” she said “Oh no Lala, I am not heavily pregnant please let me work, just for sometime..I need to be seeing his face you know” she smiled knowing Mrs. Bertram understood her and she did.

“No more talking about him! He’s not worth our time.” She glanced over at me, her lips twitching into a small smirk like she was trying to pull me out of my depression. “How about this, tonight, we go to a bar, get a couple of drinks, and just let loose? You need to relax properly, Emma.” I hesitated, my hand instinctively moving to rest on my flat stomach. My thumb brushed against my shirt, and I felt a strange mix of emotions well up in my chest. “But... I’m pregnant,” I said, my voice quiet.

I held her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. "Shall we go?" I asked her. She nodded. "Did we leave anything? Any appliances?" She shook her head. We walked hand-in-hand out of the building. I suppose this is normal for a couple – to argue and have misunderstandings over small things. The doctor told me that during this stage of pregnancy, Eumerriah would be more emotional, easily angered, and prone to self-pity. Other than that, her pregnancy was not delicate. She’s perfectly fine.

I whisper, choking on the words at the very moment Emelda walks through the door in tears, clutching a bright red potion in her hand so tight her knuckles are white. “It will take only a few minutes for the effects to take in–” “No, Emelda, we can’t,” I growl, sitting up and pulling Faye into my arms. “We can’t.” “What happened?” “She’s pregnant.”

Nymyra Well, this was not what I had planned for today. When Ember had shown up where Chris and I lived with one of her adorable pups and dropped the little solid white female in my lap, I was surprised. I gave Ember a hug and picked up the little pup. She is so cute. I named her glacier. Her eyes reminded me of the colour blue a glacier can be. When they started wondering why Ember would give me one of her pups, I saw the smile on Rye’s face, and I knew he knew something. I wasn’t expecting that she had sensed I was pregnant. Shit, I didn’t even know. Apparently, she could smell it when Imyra pulled me into the bathroom. For some reason, I both wanted and didn’t want to know if I w