Pregnant With My Best Friend's Dad Novels & Stories

Aiden looked at me. "That's up to this one." He said resting his head against mine. "Of course you can be here for the birth. You made a promise to my dad and on top of that I feel its a good idea of you see it. I kinda wish I had known exactly how things would go." My best friend smiled at me. "Thanks for understanding sis. In the mean time I want you guys to both take a nap. That means sleep Aiden, she's already pregnant and about to give birth, keep in in your pants." He glared at my best friend and she headed for the door.

"Alright, Scarlet, honey, make sure you call me when Penny tells you the news. I need to know if you're contagious." "Yes, mom." "Sorry about ruining dinner, Mr. Caldwell. It was good to see you." "It's great to see you again too, Scar. I'm glad the news is out about your mother and me, and I hope you're okay with it." It's fucking weird, especially now that I'm pregnant with Cole's baby and my mother and his father are dating too. "Mom, Christain, I'm very happy for you guys." Cole drags me away before I can say anything else, and I'm glad he did.

"Mom, what are you trying to do again? Summer is my best friend. She's just here to hang out with me!" I went straight to the point. "You're good friends with your dad's mistress?" "Don't get crazy. Dad said—" "She's pregnant with your father's child."

Anything. Then I sat there, staring at nothing. Eventually, I picked up my phone and called the person I trusted most. Tracy. She picked up on the third ring. “Hi miss no longer single,” she teased. “How you dey?” I said nothing. “Aria?” “Hello?” “Is this a kidnapper or did someone steal my friend’s phone because—” “Tracy,” I whispered. She went quiet instantly. “What’s wrong?” “I’m… pregnant.”

Their best friend, someone that they rely on is what I had always wished for, but here I am, I can’t even take an excuse to be with them when they are sick because of my past. The past that I don’t want it to affect the lives of my kids. The past that I don’t want them to have anything to do with. I am going to be both their mother and their father, they don’t need any incompetent man to stand up for that title. Using my personal line, I rang up the driver, letting him know that we would be going to the other side of the town for meeting, before I prepared my bag. To say, this is the first time I would be going to a meeting with Mr. Charles to another company. He had always gone there alone,

She paused, then asked, “Is there something you are not telling me? Are you expecting someone at the beach?” Emily stood up and adjusted her dress. “Someone might just show up." Emily replied. "And… it's not bad if your dad sees how good I look.” She jokingly added. Sandra laughed. "My dad already knew I had a very beautiful and sexy best friend. You are like a daughter to him.." Sandra didn't take it seriously. She thought she was just messing around. Only if she knew that Emily was deeply crushing on her father recently, and he was the reason she was beautifying herself.

"Again… who the father of my child is, is my concern. So if you didn't kindly take my hint before, I'll say it slower for you to understand. F*ck off and leave me alone." "You are so feisty, and I can see why James had a thing for you. Regardless, he's mine again, and I can't have you going and causing a bunch of drama," she said with nothing but amusement as she proceeded to tell me I was going to have to do something for her. It wasn't my place, and I was pregnant.

“Don’t you dare touch me,“ I spat and he stopped, running his hands over his hair. “Congratulations too, you are also going to be a father,” my voice dripped of bitterness. It hurt that I wasn’t the only one carrying his child. I wanted to make him feel pain. Andre paced our room and finally took a pillow and left for the couch. Sadly he didn’t realize I was talking about me. About my pregnancy. ********* Two days later. “He did what?” Becky squealed. Becky was my best friend. My ride or die. “Ssshhh” I looked around. “He might hear you.”

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

The black sheep son of Garrett Rothschild, who had blown his trust fund a long time ago and wanted to make a name for himself in the business world. We’d met at a mutual friend’s party in Seattle that summer, six years ago and had fallen in love almost immediately. Worst part of all was how much I enjoyed playing the rebel. So infatuated was I, that nothing else mattered but our love that summer—not even my parents, who were strictly against our relationship. They opposed Julian Rothschild, like he was sick with the plague. Didn’t think him good enough for me. But like a fool, I had fought against them; the tooth and nail kind; comprised of sobs and loud yelling, until finally, they decided