Romans & histoires Pregnant Father In Law

Just when I thought I was finally getting my strength back… life decided to crush me again. I didn’t need a DNA test to tell me who the father was. This baby… wasn’t Klaus’s. It belonged to the King. My husband’s father. I am pregnant with my husband’s father’s child. What am I going to do? How would I tell the world that the baby growing inside me isn’t my husband’s, but his father’s? Please… someone help me.

"I found out weeks ago that Mirabel is pregnant and the baby is mine” Andrew and Aliana listened in stunned silence as John continued to speak. Aliana spoke up, her voice still filled with anger and hurt. "So you are telling me your ex boyfriend’s dad is responsible for your pregnancy? That’s insane!" John nodded, his expression serious. "I know it's a lot to take in, But what’s done is done, she is mine and y’all have to respect her just like you respect me”

My heart pounded against my chest as the words played over and over again in my skull. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” dad bellowed. “She’s half your age, and let’s not forget every fucking woman that marries a Moravia ends up dead. Your family is cursed.” Alessandro laughed . “I didn’t take you for a superstitious man and a loving father.” “I’m not, but fuck if I’ll risk my daughter to test it.” “And if she’s pregnant with my child?” Oh, he did not. He. Did. Not.

he said, his tone still hard as stone. I stared at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. Of course he thought I had nowhere to go because Quinn had kicked me out and Mia had already taken my place. “Let me take care of you,” Jason said. “I’ll support you, and I’ll take care of the child. All I’m asking for in return is marriage.” I froze when I heard that. “Marriage?” I repeated, barely able to believe what I was hearing. This wasn’t just about the baby anymore. This was a whole new mess.

I hold my stomach protectively as I hear his footsteps coming from behind me. “Mr. Hughes, I held you in so much regard before now, but after yesterday, I don't think I see you or your family that way again, it's one thing for your daughter to keep seeing her ex-husband…” My Father's eyes go wide, “...but it's another thing for her to be pregnant and I even had to find that out on social Media.” My father turns to me, and out of shame I lower my gaze, “Are you…?” His eyes lands on my stomach, “...Is it true?” My father's voice is low and calm. Almost inaudible. Disbelief outstands the initial anger in his voice.

he replied calmly, as though that completely justified everything. I huffed and followed him, muttering under my breath about how impossible he was. Earlier that morning, I had read that pregnancy could make emotions unpredictable, and apparently one of the symptoms was suddenly wanting to strangle the baby's father. If that was true, Dave had nothing to worry about—he had apparently been preparing for this moment his entire life.

I looked directly into his eyes, refusing to bow my head or step back. "I'll fix the public ledgers," I said softly, keeping my tone cool, calm, and utterly detached. "I'll make sure your father's accountants see exactly what they expect to see. But if you think hiding these secondary books will keep Raymond from discovering how deeply you're in debt to him, you're delusional." Michael scoffed, though a flicker of genuine tension passed over his features at the mention of his father's name. "My father hasn't set foot in Silver Ridge in ten years. He doesn't care about the daily operations of this pack. He cares about numbers, assets, and stability."

He looked up at Damon, then back at the photograph. “My granddaughter?” “Yes.” “You have a daughter?” “I do.” For a moment, the older man only stared at the screen. “How long have you known?” “Not long. There was so much happening, and I wanted to tell you in person.” “Gail,” his father repeated softly. Then he raised his eyes. “Lyra is her mother.” “Yes.” His father leaned back. “Lyra found out she was pregnant after she left,” Damon explained. “And she never told you?”

“This isn’t like the last.” He told her as if he were trying to reassure her. Something she never thought she'd hear from him.. His attitude towards her since yesterday had been unkind. He was a man, after all, who was capable of bringing down empires and ruining lives because he felt like it. Yet, here he was, offering something that resembled comfort. Since it was unusual, she took his word for it, but her hand still quivered. “Now,” said the patriarch. “Repeat your vows after me,”

“Do you.” When I finally felt steady enough, I said it. “Alex… I’m pregnant.” The room froze. Then his face split into a smile so wide it scared me. “Wow,” he said, standing abruptly. “I’m becoming a father again.” He pulled me into a hug too fast, already planning. “No more stress. No more work. You shouldn’t even be lifting a spoon right now.” His words kept coming. “I won’t let anything ruin your future. Your career. I’ll handle everything—”