Rapid Pregnancy Fiction Novels & Stories

She says. "Yes I did. Is there something wrong with the baby?" I ask nerviously. "No, there is nothing wrong with the baby. Just that my pregnancy seems to be progressing way faster than it is supposed to so the doctor got worried. He said that sometimes that happens in high stress pregnancies. I suppose with all that is going on right now it could be the stress." She says thoughtfully.

He must have been really busy with the sex club he frequented. — I don't need to go to the hospital. You can drop me off right here. I just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. I was terrified. If I didn't find a way to terminate this possible pregnancy, he would never believe that I had been forced into this scam, and then I would be in deep trouble. Through his eyes, I could tell that he was not the kind of man anyone could screw around with. My mother must have been out of her mind when she had this damn idea.

"Well, that's where it becomes complicated. I went to prom and I told Gramps that I didn't want to. My boyfriend came to pick me up and he was acting weird. After prom, he broke up with me and started dating another girl in my class. I was heartbroken and I started drinking. I got dizzy and asked Clara for the keys to the room. She gave me the keys but I went into the wrong room. I met this man and that's how it all happened. I woke up the next day, I had lost my virginity and the scholarship I was going to write exams for. I didn't get to see the man after that. That was the end. Now I'm pregnant, I don't even want to look for him. I'll just give birth and keep my baby." "Oops, that's some

They haven’t done me any good. There’s a light knock on the frame of the library door. My head jerks up. Camila is standing there, dressed in the flowing green dress that shows off her bare shoulders. She’s curvy to begin with, and in time, those curves will become rounder with new life—a new life that we made together. The reminder that she’s pregnant drives a different-shaped stake into my heart. This is a new kind of stress, and it isn’t detached from the war. I wish it was.

Alexander King froze for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on me. “I…” he started, then stopped. His jaw tightened as he ran a hand through his hair. At this point I thought that was the end My heart pounded. Was he angry? Shocked? Disappointed? “I need to make sure I understand this correctly,” he said slowly. “You’re saying… six weeks ago, we… and now… you’re pregnant?” “Yes,” I whispered. “I didn’t plan it. I… I didn’t know how to tell you.” At this point my heart was racing, I felt my world has crumbling right into my face

The sudden rush of warm fluid between my legs in the freezing warehouse made my heart stop, and I knew our baby had decided to arrive right in the middle of hell. I clutched the rough wall for support as another sharp pain tore through me, my knees buckling on the cold concrete floor. The blizzard screamed outside, snow blowing through the broken windows and piling up in white drifts around us. We had taken shelter in this abandoned warehouse after escaping Vance’s compound, but now it felt like a tomb. Seven months pregnant, or so we thought. The falsified clinic records and Victor’s old doctors had always shown a boy, the male heir Victor had demanded with such desperation. We had believed