Rory Gilmore Pregnant Novels & Stories

-Of course not, honey, I won't take long to change," it was true that this dress had cost a lot, but that's how accidents were, they came into your life unexpectedly. ROBERTO After all the commotion that had happened at that moment, we were seated, the four of us in a rather small room, next to me was Marcos, in front of us were Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, I had come up with a lie with which they could give me Margaret. -As you can see, we have come a long way and we really don't want to bother you, because I know that people like you have a very busy life, but Mary, her real mother has developed a very malignant cancer and at this moment she is in her final stage. The only thing we want is for Mar

image? My own eyes widened and my palms flew to my mouth. "What?" "What?" She repeated, stunned by what happened. "Rory, are you pregnant?" I asked in a hushed whisper. My eyes subconsciously went to her stomach. Over her casual aquamarine dress, a bump is not visible. But I could deduce it from the subtle changes in her behaviour alone. Her pupils shook in alarm. "N-No, I—" "Please keep in mind that I can see through you if you're lying," I cut her off.

Rory asked if he should come with her and she told him he didn't have to, it was just one of those minor check-up and he didn't have to worry himself she concluded. "Okay?" his voice drops in its tempo and he carefully stares at her, "What does it say is wrong?" he asks and eagerly wait for her response. "The headache and nausea are completely normal because I'm pregnant, five weeks pregnant," she answers happily in his arms. His eyes widen, "Really?" he asks his heart leaping for joy a little. She nods, her smiling making her cheeks hurt in turn. "Yes, we are having another baby, my love." "Reign told me she wanted a baby brother for Christmas, and I told her to pray," he reveals and his ey

Walked the long driveway. Climbed the marble steps. And stood trembling beneath the shelter of the porch. Rainwater dripped from my hair. My clothes. My fingertips. My pride. Gone. Completely gone. I raised my hand. And knocked. ⸻ Ten seconds. Nothing. I knocked again. Harder. The lock clicked. The door opened. And there he was. Dominic Reid. Standing beneath warm foyer lights. Dressed in a black cashmere sweater and dark trousers. Relaxed.

"It's all his fault." "That name rings a bell," Grandma Betty said, her brow furrowed. "That's the Italian billionaire who's been making headlines, right? The one with all the money and the scandalous reputation?" "Yeah," I said, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. "That's the one. He was the one who...who got me pregnant." Grandma Betty’s eyes widened. She had a look of pure shock and disbelief. "Caroline, honey, you've never mentioned..."

Olivia had stolen her life. But she knew that it would all fall on deaf ears, as it always had. Therefore, instead of that, she straightened her back and looked her stepmother in the eye. "I am pregnant," she stated simply in a voice that was surprisingly calm and fearless. "You are what?" Margaret blurted out in disbelief, her eye travelling straight to Ria's stomach. "I am carrying Adrian's child inside of my womb and his father has insisted that we must get married soonest." Margaret's face contorted more with rage and disbelief. And for a moment, she seemed as if she was incapable of speech, her mouth opening and closing without producing any sound.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

Kiara said and shooed her patent away. Everyone laughed and left the hospital. They all congratulated Thomas and Mila in advance before heading home while Mila and Thomas went directly to the marriage bureau center. In the other ward, Chloe was getting treatment. It was so painful that she began sweating. After the treatment, the doctor came with her report in his hands and said, "Miss Chloe Anderson, you are four weeks pregnant". Chloe was shocked when she heard this, she looked at the doctor with an open eyes before laughing out loud, "You must be joking, how can I be pregnant? She asked.

Free two minutes of not hearing anything, I opened my eyes and found Gramps smoking his weed again. "Gramps, I said I am pregnant." "I heard you D. I am the least surprised. It's. A thing of joy, I'll finally have a great-grandchild. It is no cause for alarm. If what you are saying is true, I hope you know what comes with childbearing?" I nodded my head, mesmerized at the fact that he wasn't freaking out. "Pa." "You should know all these things. You are not getting any younger but you are still young to own a child. Tell me, who is the father?"

Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world. Richard has always told me he wanted to be the father of my child. That he dreamed of us building a big, close-knit family together, with countless children running through our backyard. Of course, the idea was exciting, but this wasn’t something we had planned to happen so soon. I’m still finishing college, a young woman alone in the world, an orphan. I have no choice but to study and graduate to survive in this enormous city. Even though Richard is wealthy, I don’t want to rely on that. I want to start my career without his name being so closely tied to mine — something earned entirely on my own.