Romans & histoires Pregnant Father In Law

That wasn't enough to conclude she was pregnant. “Maya, are you sure? You've been drinking excessively these days; maybe you have alcohol poisoning.” Silver reasoned, but Maya scoffed, groaning as she sat up. “No, it's pregnancy, trust me." “Well, have you done any tests?" Silver asked, still not convinced. "No, I don't want any test.” Maya scoff "Why not? That's the only way to know for sure.” “No test." She insisted, and Silver sighed. Fine then. “Do I know the father? Will he be in the picture?" Silver asked, feeling Maya up. She doesn't look good.

My father wasn’t stupid. “Fuck!” Father grunted and forcefully pulled me off the bed. “Start speaking. Who is it? Who got you pregnant?” he demanded, his grip on my arms tightening. A hard lump formed in my throat. How could I mention Lord Frederick’s name? How could I tell my father that his best friend, a man who was supposed to be a father figure to me, got me pregnant? Father would go mad. “Who is he? Tell me!” Father yelled, his eyes glowing with anger. I tried to speak, but words weren’t forming in my mouth, as if my tongue was seized.

I looked into his old blue eyes and found him already glaring at me. "Listen to me girl, I want a grandson by the end of this year" he said and I bit my lip and nodded my head. A yelp escape from my mouth as I hauled up on the shoulders of my husband and couldn't move because he secured my legs tightly between his bulky arms. God. "Don't worry father in law, we are going to make one right now" I heard him and blood flushed to my cheeks. I heard the clicking sound of cameras and people giggling and laughing at us.

She had never seen a father-in-law who didn't even know how to move the pregnant woman's fetus. 00Melissa looked embarrassed. 00Ronald placed the blame on himself. "I'm too busy with my work. I've neglected her..." 00"No matter how busy you are, you must be very concerned about your wife. After all, you are the father of the child, and the child she gave birth to is your child, not others." 00"Yes, yes, you are right." The man in the business circle, at this moment, in front of the nurse, was like a kid who had done something wrong.

“Newlyweds fuck like rabbits. And I caught her throwing up a while ago.” Is she sick? I hadn’t noticed, she seemed fine to me in the car, and she seemed even better than fine when she was laughing with my idiot brother. I put a pin on my concern and sigh, “We’ve been married for what? All of two weeks? How—” “Son, that is more than enough time to make me another grandchild.” “Well, if Aeliana is pregnant then I’d be the happiest man alive.” Father pats my shoulder, flashing me a proud grin. “See, fatherhood is already in your heart.”

Seven years of marriage. One night with the wrong man. And a pregnancy that could destroy everything. For seven years, Aurora had endured humiliation, treatments, and endless accusations of being a barren wife. On her seventh wedding anniversary, she believed everything was finally going to change. She had obtained one last fertility treatment and was ready to give her marriage another chance. Instead, Roman came home with his mistress—and divorce papers. Heartbroken and desperate, Aurora took the fertility drug before Roman left. Later that night, a man returned to her room. Thinking he was her husband, she spent the night in his arms. The next morning, Roman denied ever c

He explained that his father-in-law had been texting him nonstop, asking for a meet-up, but he was too afraid to face him. “Besides, why would you worry? It was your father who yelled at you. Imagine if another man asked me to meet up just so he could take his anger out on me. I feel disgusted knowing an old man is waiting for a confrontation,” Elgin remarked, shaking his head as he placed his hands on his waist. “Come on, Elgin, I don’t have it easy either. My mate is pregnant. Imagine when she finds out. She’ll be in so much pain,” I retorted, reminding him that his life was not the only difficult one.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Myriam wrinkled her nose, blinking rapidly. “What?” she asked, bewildered. “Things aren’t the way you think. The only reason I said that was for Tony’s sake.” She sighed. “My ex-husband wants to claim paternity, saying I had the insemination done while we were still married. I just want to protect my son.” Gerald’s muscles tensed at Wilson’s intentions. “What does that bastard think he’s doing?” he growled. “He has no rights. Anthony’s father is me,” he declared firmly.

3 years of marriage, yet no child every couple would be happy to hear that sentence that bonds the existence of marriage, not in my case. I watched my husband leave home and come back once in two weeks and sometimes once in a month, my marriage was shattered and there was nothing I could do to save it. “No,” I said, too sharp, too defensive. “Impossible” She threw the result papers at me. "VALDEZ, ARIA. RESULT: POSITIVE. ESTIMATED GESTATION: 3 WEEKS." I read. 3 weeks...it dawned on me... Zachary, my stepfatherinlaw, I thought he used protection, how could I still have gotten pregnant?