Pregnant Song Novels & Stories

“Because you’re pregnant my dear…” Pregnant… Serena stilled instantly. “I’m pregnant?!”

Feeling my wolf settle back into me like she had never left. Feeling that one sentence echo in my head over and over again. We are pregnant. And suddenly… Everything had changed.

The driver took us straight home. Getting home, Beth and I I decided to make our favorite. Lasagna. No one is at home and I don't want to disturb the maids. Beth and I began cooking. She insisted that she do it alone but I refused. She knows how much I love cooking with her. My pregnancy can't stop me from it. I am not even heavy yet. As usual, she played our favorite song, this time, HALO by Beyonce. We sang along and cooked. After an hour we make our way upstairs to my room with the food and drinks.

Lian breath a sighed of relief “ Thanks God.” “By the way, wife, what is the name of that song? It’s really good.” “It’s called Thousand Years by Christine Perri. It’s my favorite song” Lian can’t help herself but to smile when she remember her life before. She will always sing this song every day. It’s because Thousand Years was the favorite song of her mother and she always hear her sing it. Eventually, it became her favorite song too and a day can’t pass by without her singing it. Ahh! How beautiful is her life back then. But she’s not regretting that she came to this world. Because she found a new family. Even though she haven’t met the other brothers yet, she is sure that they will get

Rita’s heart raced as the doctor’s words echoed in her ears, a melody she had longed to hear for years. She was pregnant. After endless nights of silent prayers and hidden tears, the universe had finally answered. She imagined the joy lighting up James’ face as she shared the news, a spark to revive their crumbling marriage.

Mom piled food into Natasha's plate, and James busied himself doing the same. After a few bites, I set my cutlery down and excused myself. Natasha feigned reluctance to see me off, but once we were at the door, she leaned in and whispered tauntingly, "Jenna, you really are pathetic. After all these years, you still can't hold onto a man. "So what if you're pregnant? One word from me, and your child will have to call me 'Mom.' And you'll just stand there and watch as the baby is taken from you, like you never even existed."

" He finished and looked at me with hope shining in his eyes. I lowered my head, struck with the belated realization that this was the choice he'd made. At that, Maya's eyes reddened as well. "Ms. Lyall, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm not in good health, so if I lose the baby, I'll never conceive again. "So, please… I'm begging you to spare my pup, okay?" I could barely breathe when I looked at them. As an expecting mother, I knew what a pup meant to a she-wolf. After taking a deep breath, I forced a smile and did my best to keep my voice steady when I said, "I'm not upset. I understand."

I froze. The word hit me like a punch in the chest. Pregnant. For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think. My mind replayed everything, the blood, her screams, her calling out for her baby before she passed out. Her baby. I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists. She was pregnant. But whose child was it? Mine? Or…

Lena said, and meant every word of it completely. They talked for a while longer, Clara describing the particular exhaustion of early pregnancy alongside a toddler who had opinions about everything now, her husband's predictably overprotective response to the news, the general logistics of building a family that kept growing in a life that already felt, from everything Clara described, entirely full and settled.

She didn't let go of my hand, not even when the doctor stepped in a few minutes later, a folder tucked under one arm, expression carefully neutral in the way that always meant something was coming. "Miss Cole." He pulled a stool closer, sitting at eye level with me instead of hovering. "Your bloodwork came back faster than expected, given the urgency." "And?" Claire asked before I could, her grip on my hand tightening. The doctor glanced between us, then settled his attention fully on me. "You're pregnant," he said. "Roughly five weeks along."