Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock Novels & Stories

The old fashioned values crowd wouldn’t appreciate the fact that the DA got a lady pregnant that he wasn’t married to. “Congratulations,” Jackie said and flushed the toilet. “Thanks,” Bonnie said over the running water. She splashed water in her mouth. “Damn,” Patty said as she folded her arms across her chest. “There must be something in the water around here.” “What kind of water have y’all been drinking? And where can I get it?” Jodi asked and put her hands on her hips.

A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs. As they rushed me into surgery, I heard the doctor's urgent voice. "Patient's miscarrying—where's her family? We're losing the baby!" I heard the nurse trying to reach Daniel over and over. When she finally got through, Daniel just snapped. "Can you stop calling me every five minutes? I'm working my ass off so she can afford the best prenatal care, aren't I?"

Me: “Damn. Jackpot.” I laughed and shook my head. Amara: “Right? But then Parker came flying in like a madman to change clothes. Doorbell rings—guess who? Big Tuck and Patrick.” Me: “Okay, that doesn’t sound bad. Big Tuck’s a sweetheart outside of business.” Amara: “He was very sweet. Jade made me sit down, and Big Tuck didn’t even know I was pregnant yet.” Me: “And?”

I was water around his fingers. “Right here, baby.” He crashed his lips onto mine, taking me fully into his mouth while plunging his fingers deeper, increasing the pressure in my aching core. I moaned softly into his mouth, bracing myself for the orgasm I knew too well was going to splinter me apart. Instead, my impending orgasm retreated to limbo, as a harrumphing noise echoed through the air. I broke away and saw Lana standing behind Jack, buried by his towering height. Jack slowly slipped out, licking his wet fingers clean, unashamed. The lustful veil had lifted, shame and embarrassment had now taken charge, completely engulfing me as I drooped my head. Once again, I had gone against myse

“I swear one of them asked me if I had explosives in my prenatal vitamins. I told him, ‘Only the kind that makes you constipated.’ He did not laugh.” I couldn’t stop giggling as we made our way to the couch. Jackie settled herself slowly, groaning slightly as she got comfortable. Her belly had grown so much since the last time I saw her in person, and for a moment, it hit me, we were both pregnant. Our babies would grow up together. She let out a long sigh, leaning back and opening the croissant box like it held sacred treasures. “This baby’s been kicking like it’s trying to break out of jail. I needed this.”

"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.”

“That is not handling it. That is freezing. I have watched you freeze for that man since twenty-three and I am not doing it again. I do not care if he sues me for a phone. I care that he’s still acting nonchalant like he still has any right over you.” A woman with a stroller cut around us and gave me a look. I stepped closer to the brick wall and lowered my voice anyway, because this city was small and my job was public and I could already see the clip in my head. Maya Rivera dumps coffee on prominent sports agent. Local team nutritionist also pictured.

There were punching bags hanging on trees. "Pick one and have your go on it because I sure can't fight you since your pregnant," he said. I gasp and laugh. "I can't believe I have special treatment just because I'm pregnant," I laugh. He rolls his eyes and smiles. I chose the punching bag that looked the less worn out. It had a few holes here and there but it wasn't as bad as the other ones. Jacob chose the punching bag across from mine and started going at it.

In accordance with the suggestion I gave, we've decided to go ahead with the pregnancy stunt. I had a prosthetic pregnancy bump gotten for different stages in my supposed pregnancy. “Do you really think he'll believe that fake thing? Anyone can tell it's fake just by looking at it from afar?” Jack glared at the prosthetic before glancing at me. I smirked, feeling prideful in his pain. “Anyone would believe it because it's prosthetic, it's made to look real. Just because you know what it is, doesn't mean others would.” I responded, caressing one of the prosthetics.

She said coquettishly, "Jack, you're the best! But are you sure Whitney won't be mad that you took this from her? The baby hasn't even come to full-term yet." Jack was stunned, but he hid it well. He replied, "She won't. What right does she have to be mad? She played dirty to get pregnant. It's only right that she helps me with this. Besides, there are so many premature babies in the hospital, and all of them are still doing well. Why is her baby so precious?" However, Jack had forgotten that I was not in the hospital. I was only seven months pregnant. How could the baby withstand the violence of a grown-up man?