Novel & Cerita Sans Is Pregnant

Her voice trailed off as she shook her head. "Is something wrong with me? I haven't had any appetite since..." She cleared her throat. "I’m not sick, am I?" "No, you're not sick, Mrs. Santillan," Dr. Carmichael assured her with a smile. "Congratulations, you're five weeks pregnant."

I've been married for a few months now and everything has been going smoothly as he promised, although I don't see him from time to time but still, I was taken good care of by his staff. And as long as I don't get to see his face everyday, I was fine by it. My phone beeped again and I stared at it…it was a magazine news that caught my attention. "FiNN SANCHEZ AND VALERIE MORRISON in a serious intimacy in a well known restaurant. Sources said they are in a relationship. #@ His Mistress" Immediately I could process the words, I jumped out of my bed. Really? Really? Even if it's a loveless marriage, I still deserve a little bit of respect from him. His face plastered over a gossip tabloid with

(Flashback) Ana, five months into her initial pregnancy, was overwhelmed with anxiety. While her mother had warned her about morning sickness, nobody had mentioned the accompanying mild headaches, swollen ankles, and constipation. It wasn’t until she confided in the doctor, who Ivan had contacted, that she realized these were normal parts of the journey. However, admitting that these reassurances made her any less anxious and troubled would be dishonest, because she knew that she and her baby were doing well, yet other concerns started to plague her.

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

“Wait, are you saying?” Dr. Albert nodded. “Yes, Sansa is three months pregnant.”

“That’s why I came to speak to you today.” Vanessa put her coffee down and then fetched something from her bag. It was a document. Then, she gave it to Serena. “I’m pregnant with Nathan’s child,” Vanessa said. Serena’s hand trembled as she saw the ultrasound report. Vanessa’s name was on it. It said she was six weeks pregnant. For a moment, Serena couldn’t even blink. Her mind simply refused to accept what she was seeing. 'So they really were together… maybe long before everything ended,' Serena said in her head.

Brian and Nadine both stared intently at the monitor. "Look here, there's a tiny black dot. That's the fetus, and it's seven weeks old," Dr. Anisa explained as she moved the device to show Brian and Nadine. Although this was Nadine's second pregnancy, it felt entirely different from her first. Back then, only Nadine had felt happiness amidst the turmoil, but now, the happiness was evident on both Brian and Nadine's faces. This baby was eagerly anticipated by everyone, a child who would complete Nadine and Brian's life even more.

Lisa, clutching her belly, began shouting. "You can't treat a pregnant woman like this! This is outrageous, and you're doing it on camera!" I laughed coldly. "Since when does being pregnant put you above the law?" Then, I turned to the reporter. "And as for you, which company are you from? I'll hold you accountable as well. "I've recorded everything today. Get ready. I won't settle this quietly! "Camilla Diaz, right? Let's see how you fare!" My outburst startled Lisa so much that she forgot to keep up her act.

Sophia's hands didn't stop to romance her stomach, and though really there was a baby inside of her. Cassandra was really so confused she really couldn't understand what you he gell wa going on. Grave knowing full well she hadn't told Cassandra, she had just run back home, she knew it was the right time for her to whisper it to her ears. “The bitch said she is pregnant; D.B.R. is pregnant for Nel—” “Pregnant for Alpha Nelson? You don't mean it! That is impossible.” Before Grace could even finish her statement, Cassandra had helped her to complete it.