Pregnant From One Night Stand Stories Novels & Stories

All he was waiting for was me to step inside, and then we'll be off, which I didn't hesitate to do. He sits across from me in the helicopter, and I stare through the window. The memory and the scenery of everything feels like déjà vu, and I immediately remember the night after my one-night stand with Jasmine, when I was whisked off at the very next moment on a plane to Italy, back where I belonged, to finish up the business I started. Then at one of my most heartbreaking events of all time, I was expected not to show any hint of emotion at all. That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave

I survived Monday night by curling into a tight ball on my living room floor and staring at the peeling wallpaper. I did not sleep for a single second. Every time I closed my eyes, I tasted the cold blood from the raw meat I ate. I was terrified of my own body, and I was even more terrified of going back to work. I almost called in sick. I wanted to hide under my thin blanket and ignore the rest of the world forever. But my bank account was nearly empty, and I needed the paycheck to survive this impossible pregnancy.

[Gianna’s POV] “Wait, wait, wait,” Gabrielle gasps, her hands flying up. “Back up and say that again.” “You heard me,” I huff. “Mister one-night-stand is my new step-uncle.” “Fuck,” Gabrielle laughs. “What kind of midday drama bullshit is that?” The real kind. I think grumpily while wondering whether or not I should tell her about my pregnancy and that the man was my new boss.

"Where could I possibly lie to you who is obviously my patient now?" Fiona took a gulp. She looked back at Lafanya. "Let me ask, who did you spend the night with four weeks ago?" asked Lafanya while putting a pen on the table. "Me?" Fiona thought for a moment. "I didn't spend the night with anyone." "You must have slept on a single mattress with a man. The baby is already 4 weeks old and you can't cheat me, Miss Aubrey." Fiona again thought. The content of her mind has not been clear as a result of nausea and dizziness she has felt recently. She tapped her fingers on the table, hoping that something would come to mind. Until finally, a remark ejected from a man managed to peck her brain.

I kept coming back in the hope of seeing him again, but he was nowhere to be found. The last time I visited, along with Chloe, the receptionist informed us that a man had checked out the day before. I was really disappointed, but I simply accepted it for what it was. I was just meant to be a one-night stand. We had a fantastic time, and that was the end of it. School resumed, and everything seemed to be going well until, two months later, I began to experience morning sickness. I couldn’t stand it any longer, so Chloe and I went to see a doctor.

I was thinking about exaggerating everything when someone asked me: “Lying here today is the second day, arguing a lot but I don't know your name. What is your name?" The roommate suddenly became acquainted. “Brittany Wang,” I said softly. “My name is Brittney Wang, what a coincidence! Where's your husband, you've been lying here for two days and you haven't seen your husband in?" This question is the one that hits my weak spot. Very quickly, I remembered what my aunt said the day I had my first ultrasound.

In fact, she always visited us and sleep over at our house so we also got close to each other. “Do you remember when he only called us but never visited us personally, which is unusual for her?” he said and I nodded in response. “She had a one-night stand with some dude and got her pregnant. Then, she chose to give birth to the baby alone but her body is not that strong so she choose to tell me everything and asked for my help since she can’t do some work while she was still pregnant.” “Oh my god!” What have I done? “I was too blinded by pain and fear that made me think that she is your mistress.”

"I'm married for fucks sake and it was a mere one night stand. What man hangs on to just a mistaken night of passion?” "I believe you are mistaken about the one night stand, it was okay that night when we were both super drunk. How about that night after your bridal shower that you came to knock on my door and practically had me thrown on my back while you straddled me? What am I suppose to make out of that?" "What exactly do you want to hear from me? It's just sex for fucks sake! What part of the world do you come from?" She gritted with her neck veins popping out in the process.

Clothes, both men's and women's, were scattered all over the bed and the floor, the undeniable evidence of what had happened the night before—she had slept with a man. Suddenly, the fragmented memories of last night crashed into her mind. She had been abducted by a stranger, and then everything went black. Her mind flickered with disjointed images, the man pressing on top of her, his hungry desire, the kiss, and the hands that had driven her to madness... "DAMN!" she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with a mixture of despair and fury. "A FUCKING one-night stand?!" At that moment, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, harsh and loud in the otherwise silent room.

Julian leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I need to tell you something," he began. "Something that could potentially damage our reputation." My heart sank. "What is it?" Julian took a deep breath. "I had a one-night stand with a woman right before our marriage. She got pregnant, and I...I didn't want the baby. I asked her to terminate the pregnancy, but she refused. I had to...persuade her." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "Persuade her?" I repeated, my voice shaking.