Rory Gilmore Pregnant Novels & Stories

A summons that tore me away. My hand drifted to my stomach more often than I realized. At first, I thought it was habit. A way to hold the ache. But then came the sickness. The fatigue. The heat. My mother noticed first. Her hand lingered against my belly one morning, and her eyes widened. “Rory…” she whispered. “You’re with child.” The world tilted. I stared at her, shaking my head. “It’s not possible.” But the memories flooded in — Riven’s mouth on my skin, Kael’s hands gripping me, Thorne’s breath in my ear.

I locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed. "I don't mean to scare you," I assured him as I sat alongside him on the edge of my bed. I took his warm hand between mine and kept it there. "But there's something I've been meaning to tell you, Rory. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby." He covered his mouth with his hand as a look of surprise crossed his face. A laugh escaped me and I wrapped my arms around his frame, holding him closer. "Is it a girl or a boy?" he asked right away.

“Do you know your boss's wife is a man?” “Shut up. You're so talkative and annoying. I would rather not hear any more from you.” Following the outburst, Logan returned his headphones, increased the volume, and then closed his eyes. The man frowned. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the result. He fell into thoughts for a few minutes before he closed his eyes. _____ Rory frowned and stared at the pregnancy kit in her hand. She touched her flat belly with a frown. It turns out that this is how it will end.

They proceeded to the dining room to partake the small feast of cold cuts and desserts. "Why are you sipping fruit juice, Gillian?" Rye whispered huskily. "Because I'm pregnant," she murmured throatily. "Really? When did you know?" "This morning. I had pregnancy test kit... You don't seem happy--" "I'm ecstatic, honey. Just give me a moment..." Rye heaved a deep breath. He shouted at the top of his voice. "We are pregnant!" "What?" Jamil was confused. "They're pregnant!" Genova said clearly.

" I burst out laughing and fell into Lucas's embrace as he looked at me adoringly. Just then, Evelyn came out of her room upstairs and teased us. "When are you two going to give me a grandchild?" I lowered my head shyly under Lucas's loving gaze as he took my hand and led me to our bedroom. — Two months later, I suddenly realized my usually punctual period hadn't arrived. I took a pregnancy test and sure enough, I was pregnant. Shocked, I sat on the toilet, touching my belly and calling loudly for Lucas. Lucas was about to leave for work when he heard me and rushed in anxiously.

We haven’t announced my pregnancy yet, but we will be doing it today. Theo organised a dinner with Killian and Elliot. Killian will be taking his wife, that announced last week that she is pregnant with their first child. She looked stunning, her hair was shiny, and Killian looked like he could kill someone when people looked at her. She was shining, and she looked absolutely beautiful. I envied her because she was glowing while I looked like I hadn’t seen sunshine in more than a year, while my hair was not shiny anymore.

Elena forgot how to breathe. The question hung heavily between them. How far along are you? Her fingers instinctively curled around the strap of her bag while panic thundered through her chest. Damien was still staring at her stomach. At their child. The realization felt unreal. Terrifying. Intimate in a way she wasn’t prepared for. “I…” Her voice failed her. “I found out recently.” His jaw tightened slightly. “How many weeks?”

I scooped her up and peppered her face with kisses while she squealed in protest. Killian grabbed his phone, hands shaking, and called Margaret on speaker. “She rolled!” he shouted the second she picked up. “Rory just rolled over!” Margaret’s delighted shriek made Aurora blink in confusion. We spent the next hour filming her doing it again and again, sending the video to every nurse who’d ever cared for her in the NICU. By evening, the group chat we’d made (Rory’s Village) was flooded with heart emojis and crying faces and messages that said things like She was 680 grams when we met her and now look at our girl go.

“What in the crawfish hell—?” Behind him, Theo nearly dropped a tray of beignets. “Uncle, she’s trending.” “As in viral?” “As in Beyoncé viral.” Rory’s heart sank. “Aw, hell.” By noon, everyone had called. Cousins. Neighbors. Even the church secretary. “Is it true?” “Was she hiding him?” “Is she pregnant?” “Pregnant?” Genevieve shrieked when she arrived, phone in one hand, rosé in the other. “At seventy? Child, that woman’s uterus retired before Obama’s first term!”

“That you are pregnant. Is Christopher Chariton the father?” Starr sighed as she gave up trying to hide he was the one or that she was pregnant, and nodded. “How did you know?” Starr had asked. Sorcha chuckled. “For the pregnancy, let’s just say I have a sixth sense for when I see or meet pregnant people. And, I know about you and him relationship from the net. So, seeing you guys come to my place together only kind of cleared things up.” Starr smiled, chuckling a bit.