Pregnant Single Mom Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Oh, God, look at her with that puppy,” Sparkle said on a sigh. Her heart filled and ached as she watched Hayzel laughing at the Golden Retriever puppy jumping at her legs. How could one little girl mean so much? Sparkle wondered. When she’d first found herself pregnant, Sparkle remembered the rush of pleasure, the excitement that she’d felt. It hadn’t mattered to her that she was single and not exactly financially stable. All she’d been able to think was… she would finally have her own family. Her baby.

I whispered into the phone when she picked up “Oh my goodness, are you pregnant? Have you finally had your first kiss ?” she said with a cheerful voice , she is always cheerful and I envy that about her. “Eve this is serious, I'm running away from home tonight “ I whispered into the phone when she picked “What happened again? what did that old witch do to you and what about your baby brother ?”she asked with so much concern “My father is making me marry someone who isn't my mate just to pay off his debt , I'm tired of all this maltreatment Eve “ I said as tears streamed down from my face and I almost choked on my tears.

"If I say I am, can you have a friendly conversation with me now?" His condescending tone deeply infuriates me. So yes, he's the president of the nation. But that doesn't give him the right to disregard my wishes and turn my life upside down. Does he think he can just throw his money and power my way and expect me to be grateful and accept everything with a smile? I never regret giving birth to Chris, but I'm not some puppet that he can control with his strings of influence. The helplessness during pregnancy, my father's rage, my stepmother's mockery – all of it had made me contemplate suicide several times at night. But he would never understand all that. Then, he stands there with an air o

I’m pregnant, and he still isn’t going to fucking hire me? “Wesley, I need money—” “You’re moving in with me!” Wesley barks before I can finish my sentence, his eyes livid. “Rogue or not—that doesn’t matter! You’re pregnant with my child, Lily. That means you need the best care in the world, even if I dislike you.” Say what?!

She whispered, a smile across her lips as she sat into the bed. “Look.” “I’ve seen this before, the reaction to a pregnancy news when everything just floods back to you, your past, your future, dreams and goals and ambitions. Being a mother isn’t easy and i assume the man that came by earlier was the father” The doctor said and Patricia raised her moist eyes to her. “Yes” She muttered softly.

"It's okay, Rigna. Not everything always turns out how we want it. What matters is I'm fine." That was so far from the truth it couldn't even be called that. She was currently a single expecting mother busy worrying her head about how to find her baby's daddy for genetic testing. She was also stressed with dealing with pregnancy symptoms alone and having no one close enough to confide stuff in. But God forbid that she mentioned all that to her friend she had just reconciled with. She wasn't looking to host a pity party. "Yeah. That matters a lot. It's such a bummer though. I had hoped to be a godmother to six kids."

“I am not getting married.” “That’s exactly what you said last year.” “And the year before that,” Grandma added helpfully, still feeding her horses. Mother waved her hand dismissively. “This one is different.” “They’re always different.” “No, Dominic. This one is perfect.” I immediately disliked where this conversation was heading. Perfect, according to my mother, usually meant well-connected, fertile, and willing to overlook the fact that my heart had been buried with Selene four years ago. “Who is she?”

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.

Her plan was disrupted by him, so now she had to make him agree to the divorce as soon as possible as her stomach was getting bigger day by day. If one was observant enough, one would see that her belly had grown a little bigger. She didn't have much time anymore. Restlessness prevented her from finding solace in sleep. Instead, she unlocked her phone and logged into her private spam account, which was not followed by anyone. She treated the space as a virtual confessional, her personal diary. In her page, she poured her soul into pregnancy diaries, chronicling the weekly transformations of her unborn child. Each entry resonated with the sheer joy of impending motherhood.