Pregnant Ino Novels & Stories

It’s funny to think that in a shirt nine months I could be in that section. There’s all kinds of old wives tales that predict if you’re having a boy or a girl, but none of them held true when I was pregnant with Debbie. I craved salty food, I had no morning sickness, and I carried high. This pregnancy is completely different. Aside the difference in symptoms, I also don’t have to hide who the father is. Strolling up and down the aisles mindlessly peeking through the racks I push aside the intrusive thought at what this pregnancy inevitably means.

A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “Your scent,” he murmured. His hand gripped her waist as he inhaled again, slower this time. “The subtle shift in your hormones… the mixed aroma… there’s no denying it.” Raven’s stomach dropped. “You’re pregnant.”

, security my ass! I hadn't missed the way his lip tilted when he'd said it. All these orders were just to make my life difficult for being wrongly inseminated. It's not like it was my fault, but the hard head refused to hear it. If anyone should be blamed, it should be that hospital. They were one of the root causes of why I was experiencing so much stress now. It definitely couldn't be good for the baby.

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

I said it, and I watched Clara write it in her notebook, and I felt, in the saying of it, something that had been sitting on my chest for weeks lift fractionally. I talked about the pregnancy in the most careful terms — not the intimacy of it, not Killian, but the simple biological fact of a life that Julian had immediately attempted to weaponize. *He threatened to use the pregnancy to prevent my departure.* That was how I said it. Clinical. Documented. True.

Nothing about me screamed pregnant. And yet— “The baby is stable,” the doctor continued. “Your fainting wasn’t caused by the pregnancy itself. It was stress, exhaustion, and vitamin deficiency. But the pregnancy is there.” My throat tightened. A baby. I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the edge of her desk, replaying everything in my head. The passing out. The exhaustion. The emotions that felt too big for my body lately. It all rearranged itself into something terrifyingly logical.

no. There was something else. Finally I shook my head, "I'm completely lost," clutching the hat in my hands. Not now. Without realizing it, I had stuffed the Bonnet in the pocket of my jeans instead of putting it on the back seat as my reason had planned. The door opened as I kept my head down and the first thing I saw were pretty red acrylic manicured feet, then my gaze went up to the pretty, long shot legs and then continued to admire the triangle exquisite pubis hidden behind a red lace thong, rises on the flat stomach......and on the breasts swollen with desire......

“Go ahead.” “I’m pregnant,” she said, the words forced out. The weight of her words hung in the air. There was silence. Then Inigo smiled—a slow, deliberate smile that sent a chill down her spine. “Pregnant?” he said as if testing the word on his tongue. “Congratulation, Solaire.” Solo blinked. She hadn’t expected him to react so… nonchalant. “I need time to arrange prenatal care,” she said, her voice a bit firmer now. “And…I thought you should know.”