Pregnant Ino Novels & Stories

Ingrid was actually a very closed off person, she never let anybody in. From what I have read so far I now see that the only way anyone can really know Ingrid is through these journals, there is no other way. As my eyes scan the page I see it, yes this is it. She has finally found out she was pregnant, I notice how scared she is as she is writing this and I can picture the fear in her eyes. Getting pregnant is indeed a scary thing and it will be a far more scary thing for someone like her because she is not yet a full citizen of the land, there is no way she will be able to navigate having a baby and giving it a good life.

Rino stopped abruptly, he looked at me, his eyes dark and swimming with a vulnerability he rarely showed, before turning his gaze toward his son. "Remo," Rino said. Remo looked up, locked his phone and sat up straight, his shoulders squaring off just like his father's. Beside him, Adelina shifted, her eyes darting between Rino and me. "Yeah, Dad? What's up?" Remo asked. Rino ran a hand over his face, looking uncharacteristically flustered. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then finally just blurted it out, "Your stepmother... Alessia... she’s pregnant."

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 birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

And though his words hadn’t been filled with promises and romantic declarations, there had been something raw in his voice—an emotion I hadn’t expected from a man who made power plays before breakfast. Still, it didn’t change the reality. I was pregnant. And now he knew. I kicked off my heels and padded barefoot to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water I didn’t really want. My stomach was tight, not from morning sickness but nerves. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not my best friend, not my mom, not even my doctor beyond the confirmation appointment. It was too fragile, too early. Too real. My phone buzzed from the counter. Nathan: I meant what I said. I want to be involved. Let’s take thi

I turned to her with wide, pleading eyes. “Is this normal?” I demanded. “Am I broken? Is this some weird Omega hormone overload thing? Do I need pills? Therapy? A religious intervention?” She looked slightly horrified but tried to keep it together. “Pregnancy can heighten sensitivity,” she said, her voice as calm as possible considering I had just yelled about p**n. “Especially in bonded Omegas. The increase in estrogen, oxytocin, and endorphins during early gestation can cause elevated arousal and emotional instability. It’s not unusual.”

My instincts screamed. “You’ve had something,” I said cautiously. “Did you drink? Or take something—?” He shifted, suddenly rising. I flinched. “Don’t walk away from me.” I stepped back, hands instinctively shielding my stomach. “I’m eight months pregnant. I’m about to give birth. You can’t—this isn’t—” “You think I don’t know that?” he snapped. His voice cracked like a whip in the silence. “Do you think I haven’t imagined this? For months, Lyra. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Yes, blame it on my pregnancy for crying like baby. 693/5000

Aiden said. "You remember how we met?" Ana asked as she could not remember what Aiden had just told her. "Yes," Aiden replied. "And now I am pregnant again and yet no idea when and how that happened. Am I going to wake up from sleep one day and find a baby sleeping next to me that will be our baby yet with no memory of how I went through a nine-month pregnancy and having a child?" Ana asked. "That will be the strangest story ever told," Aiden replied with a smile positioning himself well on the bed.

"Alright, I'm going to run a few tests to rule things out. A nurse came in shortly after to draw blood. Afterwards, I was sent back to the waiting area. Time moved slowly, I stared at the floor tiles, counting them just to keep my thoughts from running wild, but that didn't help much. "It can't be, he said he couldn't have children. It must be something else," I assured myself. The door opened and the nurse called for me again. "Miss the test results show you are pregnant," she said and handed me a paper. "No… that's… that's impossible.” My words came out flat. I snatched the paper from her and skimmed through the line Positive. Boldly written in red. “He…. He lied to me.”

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"