When Does Adrian Get Pregnant Novels & Stories

“You are what?” “I’m pregnant. Please come home, I’m waiting for you.” “What the fuvk are you? Saint fuvken Mary? Didn’t you tell me you had reached menopause?” “I am pregnant, Adrian. What do you want me to say? Yes, I have reached menopause but I am pregnant. I have proof.” “I am coming there.” He hung up, breathing heavily. * A while later, Adrian walked in his yard and walked to his door where Bonnie was parked. He banged on her window, she turned her head, and quickly got out of her car.

Adrian started to ask, as I found the strength to stand back up. He jumps back, putting his hands on his head, knocking off his hard hat like he just realized something amazing. “You’re not, are you?!” he asks, a big smile on his face. “What?” I looked at him and his smiling crew in confusion. “Are you pregnant?” Adrian asks, coming back to me and lifting me in his arms. The movement makes me nauseous, which he quickly realizes and puts me back on the ground. “Pregnant?” I tested the word, thinking over the possibility. I haven’t had a period in a long time, but my periods are really irregular. They have been since my parents died.

Something had changed since the two week hiatus, Kristen could not put her hand on it, but they had become closer. Adrian was more attentive, more caring, nicer, and less shouty. It was almost like he was in love with her, but that wasn’t possible, he couldn’t be in love with her. She immediately removed the possibility from her mind. The pregnancy scare had been nothing but a scare as her period had come a day after she dragged Adrian home. The sadness she felt let her know how much she really wanted a baby, how much she wanted his baby.

She glanced at Grayson, who was cutting into his steak but watching them out of the corner of his eye. “What exactly are you saying, Adrian?” she asked, her voice steady but her knuckles white. He smiled faintly. “Just an observation. I’ve always believed that truth no matter how deeply buried has a way of knocking on the right door.” Her stomach twisted. She set her fork down, her appetite gone. “Excuse me,” she muttered, pushing back her chair. From the table, Adrian watched her disappear, then turned to Grayson. “She’s pregnant,” Grayson said flatly, as if to explain.

She watched him carefully, seeing the guilt and anxiety in his eyes, feeling the tension between them like a palpable force. Adrian swallowed hard, then continued. “I got someone pregnant,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “It’s my ex. I’ve tried to talk to her about the pregnancy, but she won’t listen to me. I wanted to tell you earlier, a few days ago, but after you told me you were pregnant again, I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I just wanted us to enjoy that happiness for a while longer before I brought this up.”

If the title of Crowe’s wife could be won with a cheap trick like this, it wouldn’t have stayed vacant for so many years. Adrian pulled open a drawer and took out a condom. The moment Irene saw it, her expression darkened. She hadn’t expected him to have prepared beforehand. But then she thought it through. If she managed to sleep with him today, surely there would be other chances later to get pregnant with his child. With that in mind, Irene shifted her body and willingly spread her legs, revealing the most tempting part of herself to Adrian. He didn’t bother appreciating her pussy. Right now he just wanted to get this over with.

Adrian dropped the golden crown he was holding and stood up. He wanted to confront Ashley, so badly, but one thing was stopping him each time he wanted to scream in her face to stop being a manipulative bitch - she held a secret that could shake his life and political position as Alpha. Exactly twelve years ago... "Adrian. I am pregnant. Please, we have to hurry with the marriage, or everything in my life is going to go wrong." Ashley said, her voice dripping with alarm. Her eyes bore into Adrian's, a cacophony of guilt and distant yearning in her eyes

Her eyes immediately fell to the pregnancy test in Adrian's hand, and her face lit up with malicious glee. "Well, well," she purred, stepping into the bathroom like a predator scenting blood. "What do we have here?" "Elena thinks she's pregnant," Adrian said flatly. "Thinks?" Maya raised an eyebrow, moving to stand beside Adrian. "That looks pretty definitive to me." She studied the test with mock concern. "How... inconvenient." "It's not inconvenient," I said through gritted teeth. "It's a miracle." Maya laughed, the sound even crueler than Adrian's had been. "A miracle? Honey, it's a disaster. Do you really think Adrian wants to be tied to you for the next eighteen years?"

“She’s… pregnant.” Adrian leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. For the first time in years, something like relief flickered across his face. He had waited too long for this moment. An heir. A child to carry his name. A future that wasn’t just numbers, contracts, and empires. “Good,” he said simply, though his tone left no room for conversation. “I want updates every week.” “Yes, Mr. Knight.” When the door closed, Adrian exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against the polished surface of his desk. This was it. The one thing he couldn’t buy with billions of dollars—the one thing he had almost given up on.

"Son!" Adrian was called out of his numb state as he hurried to them. "What were you thinking about?" He asked. Adrian didn't look like he was ready to answer so they all continued walking silently. "How's your wife?" Augustus asked. "She's fine." "Is she pregnant yet?" He asked abruptly. Frederick saw a look of pain flash across Adrian's face. "You might have to get a consort at this rate." "She will get pregnant when we're ready. I don't want a consort."