Was Blair Pregnant Novels & Stories

Relieved that my hair wasn't a mess, I focused on her as I waited for her reply. “I'm pregnant,” Natalia announced, and it felt as though a bomb exploded in front of me. She was pregnant. There was only one man that came to mind when I thought of the father of the growing life in her womb: Grey Bradford. Clenching my fists into tight balls, I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the searing pain in my heart. With all the strength I could muster, I summoned a bright smile on my lips, shielding the pain with a pretentious congeniality. “I'm so happy for you,” I told her, enforcing cheerfulness in my voice.

Cameras flashed like fireworks, and journalists sprang to their feet, but I didn't care. I stared at my husband with my eyes cold and my hands still burning from the impact of the slap. He touched his face slowly; he was stunned. “Vanessa—” he began. But I cut him off with a tap on my phone. The voice note echoed through the ballroom speakers, slicing through the air like a blade. “I want your wife to know that I'm one month pregnant with your child. I'm tired of hiding.” The voice wasn't just anyone's. It was Sabrina’s. My best friend. And she was standing right there in her emerald gown with her lips curled up in a devilish smirk, and then I turned to face my husband.

"Thanks, Raven. It means a lot coming from you. Everything she did to you… we did to you." “You did what she raised you to do, Blair. She tried to make you someone you’re not and jokes on her; she lost because I have the sister I always wanted,” Raven smiled. "We’re family, Blair. And family sticks together." Blair nodded but still looked like she had something on her mind. "That's not the only thing bothering you, is it?" "Raven,” Blair hesitated. “I'm pregnant.” "Oh my God, are you serious???" Raven exclaimed, excited. "Why aren't you happy about it?"

I didn't know what came over me, but I saw myself pressing Ziora's neck, “If you dare touch a hair on her head, I promise you won't see tomorrow.” Ziora struggled to breathe but was laughing like crazy, “She is in the hospital right now.” I immediately let go of Ziora, “Where is Blair? Why is she in the hospital? What did you do to her?” Ziora smiled as she tried to catch her breath, “Me? I didn't know she was pregnant; I only pushed her, and she started bleeding.” “What?” I didn't know Blair was pregnant either, “Rosé…I…will…be…right…back.”

“Hmmm, well, Blair, that would make you about ten weeks pregnant.” At Blair’s shocked gasp the doctor’s face settled into sympathetic lines. “Blair, I can tell this is a shock. I take it the father isn’t on the scene?” Blair shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Pregnant? It was her worst nightmare. How could she have failed so horribly? Risked so much—and lost. Her mind was numb as she endured the physical examination her doctor requested, and as her appointment came to an end she numbly accepted the slip of paper to order her blood tests.

Taylor, looked up from her chair, her eyes filled with gentle concern. “Any luck, dear?” Mrs. Taylor asked softly, already sensing the answer. Blaire shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line to keep from trembling. “No. I tried everywhere. They all… I think they see that I’m pregnant and they don’t even give me a chance.” She dropped her bag onto the table, sighing heavily.

Blair's gaze shifted to Ashier, who sat beside her, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength. She held his hand tightly, silently conveying her love and gratitude. With each passing moment, Blair felt a renewed sense of optimism, cherishing the precious bond they shared. She was determined to protect their happiness, to savor each day with him and their unborn child. Excitement bubbled within her as she pondered the journey ahead. Blair eagerly anticipated the joys and challenges of motherhood, envisioning a life filled with love, laughter, and cherished moments. She vowed to be the best partner and mother she could be, nurturing their family with all the tenderness and devotio

Jade said angrily but Marc didn’t even bother to look up at her. “Are you sure.” I mouthed. “Yes!! You can never get pregnant!!!” Blair yelled before waking away. Marc continued to show affection towards me, constantly petting me and showering me with attention. Despite the incident at the dinner table, I remained convinced that I couldn't be pregnant so soon. However, Marc surprised me by starting to buy baby things and bringing them into the palace. It made me nervous and scared, as Blair's words echoed in my mind. Blair, unable to let go of her skepticism, took every opportunity to remind me that I couldn't be pregnant. Her words pierced through my confidence, creating doubt and anxiety w

Blair was the topic of discussion. - "You look better than the bride, I'd say," Drake whispered. - "That's the intention," the friend assured. Blair had been cheated on by Trevor three years earlier, when she was still living in New York. His fiancée, Rose, was a college friend he hadn't been very close to, and she was also the girl he'd cheated on her with. Being at that wedding was like saying in several languages that she hadn't just forgiven and forgotten. Because karma, indeed, would always come back around.

The memories are tinted until all I can remember is the bridal chorus and the orchestral singing in the church as my best friend walked up the aisle to meet him. The ultimate level of betrayal. I clench my fists, and my jaw tightens. Three years later, and now he wants to draw me aside and talk to me? I let out a laugh, still marveling at the absurdity of his claims. We were perfect, but he had to ruin it. And even if he didn’t, we just weren't going to work out, I think to myself. Just shortly after he got married to my best friend, I realized that I was pregnant myself. And not for him.