When Does Amy Get Pregnant In Heartland の小説・ストーリー

the PA said carefully, as though testing his luck, “there’s one more thing.” I froze, my fury cooling into something sharper. “What is it?” He held out the folder, his eyes downcast. “While reviewing her file at the hospital, I found something… unusual. Medical records from her last visit.” My pulse slowed, then thundered. “Go on.” He swallowed hard. “She was pregnant.” The room tilted violently. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “Pregnant?” The word rasped out of me, jagged, disbelieving.

Eric came running toward me, his face white with panic. When Austin and Jenna spotted him, their expression shifted into fawning smiles. They rushed forward to greet him. "You're back, Eric." "Eric, you won't believe it. Rachel's been sneaking men into the house and even got herself pregnant. What a disgrace!" They practically tripped over themselves trying to take credit, but Eric didn't spare them a single glance. His eyes stayed on me, and without hesitation, he hopped over the gate to lift me out of the filth.

Hours later— Amelia sat alone in a sterile waiting room. Hands trembling. Clothes stained with blood. Donald paced. “They’re reviewing the footage,” he said. “It was clearly self-defense.” She nodded numbly. A doctor approached. “Ms. Reynolds?” Her head snapped up. “Yes?” “There’s something you should know.” Her heart stopped. “You’re pregnant,” the doctor said gently. Amelia’s breath caught. Donald froze. Pregnant. The world tilted. “Is—” Her voice cracked. “Is the baby okay?”

"What's wrong with me?" "You're pregnant," Ava said, the two words falling into the quiet room like heavy iron weights. "Six weeks. The pup is healthy, Kaira... but its aura is unmistakable. It carries the Alpha bloodline of the Golden Pack." The world stopped. The crackle of the fireplace, the howling mountain wind outside, the sound of my own breathing—everything vanished, replaced by an agonizing, deafening ringing in my ears. Liam's child.

Martha was just with him cause of the kids she has for him and her current pregnancy. Amy who was on the other end of the door wanted to go to her bed to continue her work but her heart felt heavy. It was impossible for her to even take a step. 'Has he gone?' Amy thought. She kind of felt bad that she has to jam the door on him but Broderick has a very high temper and he really needs to work on that. Well, she knew he had a high temper before she fell in love with him then. Wierd! She twisted the knob slowly and opened it slightly then she peeped and saw Broderick backing her and looking at the moon. His back was broad and he looked well built.

I looked at Tristan who was sitting more like sprawling on the couch with very sad features like his world got ruined. "So the whole family is here now, the wait is over. The good news is that the King's family is going to have a new little member. Amy is pregnant for two months." My wife announced making everyone yelled and rejoiced. So it was true when Tristan told me a few days ago about Amy's weird hobbies and potential pregnancy. Finally, I looked at Tristan who remained unfazed. My lips twitched in amusement. "Your time is over, Little brother." I smirked and patted his shoulder. He tightened his lips.

But the second I turned, the air left my lungs. Amy was bracing the counter, one leg crossed awkwardly over the other, her lip tucked tightly under her teeth. And sitting on the edge of my sink, plain as day, was a pregnancy test. "Seriously!" I gasped. "Yeah. Seriously." She wrinkled her nose at me. "You're barely nineteen! You haven't even finished college. Viv is going to kill you. Oh God. Michael." I stared at her, wide-eyed. "Zander might actually die before the night's over."

“Yvy, you have healed. You are strong. And I believe you can face this... not to break it more, but to mend what matters. I believe in you. And… congratulations, you’re carrying a child.” Yvonne blinked. She was still nodding slowly—processing everything—until that last part landed. Her eyes widened. “I’m… I’m pregnant?” she asked, barely above a breath. Amy smiled tenderly and nodded. “Yes.” There was a flicker of joy. A gasp of realization. Her eyes darted around excitedly, trying to make sense of it. But then, just as quickly, a grim expression overtook her features. Amy stood, her voice turning firm. “Don’t make that face, babe. You’re having a baby. You’re already a wonderful mother. An

"Tell me you didn't lie to me. Tell me you've been pregnant this whole time. Tell me right now to my face that you didn't fabricate the whole thing." "I was pregnant." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Noah, I was pregnant. You saw the tests. You saw me growing. You—" "He never really looked though, did he," Amy said softly from the doorway, and her voice had that careful gentleness that she always used when she was saying the cruelest possible thing in the kindest possible way. She sniffed and pressed her fingers to her lips. "Noah, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to believe it either. But there are ways, you know — there are products, things you can tie around the stomach to mimic a p

Amy was behind the wheel. “Yeah yeah yeah,” BC groaned as he unfastened his jeans. “At least I'm alive.” Amy joined the duo looking at the valley. “Shit, now I miss home.” Amy was married to a human and had a life in Texas. She had been asked to join the pack in Kentucky to set up the security around the house the pack was renting.