Pregnant Story Novels & Stories

She is pregnant and about to give birth to my child . When Jack told all this to vihaan he looked at Jack and asked, "Why didn’t you tell me this before? Is your wife ok? “Yes sir she is fine” she will deliver the baby anytime ,vihaan nobbled his head and says “you don’t have to come to office “ just go from here jack hearing this gets scared he says

-That's right my friend, she didn't even know she was getting married, her parents deceived her and made up a lot of things about her mother in order to lure her to this place, now you will see the seriousness of things and you know that we can't do anything against the laws here -I crossed my arms and was a bit thoughtful. -I'm understanding your situation a little better, my friend, and believe me I'm very sorry, but there is something I wanted to tell you, but I don't know if my words are going to hurt you, but your late wife didn't die because of our traditions, we know perfectly well that she committed suicide because she was sterile and you know that for your father it is very importan

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.

“Madam Jenkin, congratulations! Your 38th in vitro fertilization is finally a success! Go call your family and tell them the good news!” The doctor patted me on my shoulder happily, but I was frozen in stunned silence. I had gone back to the past, and it was the day when I learned of my pregnancy. My hands trembled as I reached out to cover my belly. The cold sweat on my forehead still remained. As expected, I immediately heard my unborn baby’s thoughts.

Multiple pages in Martha's handwriting; messy, urgent, desperate. I almost threw it away unopened, but something made me read it. Millie, I know you blocked my calls. I know you don't want to hear from me. But you need to read this. All of it. I'm pregnant and I'm in prison and I'm scared. The baby's due in April and I don't know what's going to happen. Do you know what it's like in here? Do you know what happens to pregnant women in prison when they don't have money?

I asked him. He glanced at me a second time, I could sense the fear in his eyes. He started to speak very carefully: "We ran several tests. "For what? Food poisoning?" "No." He said, shaking his head. "Then what?" He hesitated. “You are pregnant.”

“Three weeks before you told Sebastian you were pregnant.” Everything in the room went completely still. My mother. The woman who had saved every one of those thirty-one letters in a shoebox, went to her grave without ever saying a single word about any of this. “Naomi.” Ethan sounded far away. “Are you still there?” I was here, I just didn’t have anything left to say.

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…

Then, she said with a serious face, "You are just like a fortune teller, in fact, a very accurate one. If I really rejected him, he'd really planned on locking me up." Rachel smiled triumphantly and said, "Of course! I'm familiar with a lot of plots, you know." Sigrid asked curiously, "What else do you know? Tell me about it, so I can be mentally prepared." "Hmm...since you're married now, the next step will be to get pregnant. According to a romance novel's basic plot, once the heroine gets pregnant, someone's going to do something to her. If it were a torturous novel then there'd be a miscarriage. But if it were a sweet novel, the baby would be safe no matter what happened. Also, you'd pro

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.