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"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

To my stomach. The shift in the air was immediate. Not suspicion. Calculation. “Stand up,” she said. “No.” “Aria.” “Absolutely not.” “Turn sideways.” My heart slammed. Very slowly, I stood. The hoodie pulled just enough. Outlined just enough. Leah inhaled softly. “Oh,” she whispered. I sat back down, clutching the fabric like it could save me. Her voice was careful now. “Are you bloated… or are you” “I’m pregnant.”

It was time. I pulled my mouth away, repositioning her for what I'd been waiting for all day. I twitched in anticipation, and the moment I filled her up, she let out a loud cry. I bet it was better than she had expected. As I pumped in and out, her face turned crimson. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. I couldn’t resist kissing her, and as I did, she tipped over the edge, dragging me along.

END Hello, author here. This is my first time to ever leave any notes but please forgive me if I made any inconvenience to any of you. In any case, this is the end of volume 1 of BLAIR. I am terribly sorry for the slow updates and short chapters, but I will try to improve. Thank you for all your support so far and prepare for volume 2, The Great Sandcastle!!

he convinced as he made to hold me which I withdrew from. "Actually I have something important to tell you Edde, more like a request" Sadie started as Edde furrowed his brow. "Go on, quickly" "I-i'm Pregnant" ©Pop Precious

-He sat down in front of us at a desk and told me, sir, what can I do for you? -Well for starters we are from New York and we are looking for a young lady by the name of Margaret Monroe she is maybe in her early 20's she is slim and quite fine looking but since we came here we were informed that she took a flight which destination we don't know yet so we wanted to come down here to see if she could help us. -It says Margaret Monroe in design function but I think that's a girl who married Damian Hills a few days ago. -I was really surprised and so was Cristian.

she continued, her ruby eyes flickering to me with triumph, "I'm pregnant with his child. The first pureblood heir to the Aion bloodline in three centuries." The pregnancy test hidden under my mattress flashed through my mind. I looked at Lucian, waiting for him to deny it, to say something. But he just sat there, his face cold and emotionless. And Viviana smiled at me like she'd already won.

we heard her say as the recorder turned off. I glanced at my mom whose mouth was agape as she stared wide-eyed at the recorder. So all this has been going on behind my back without my knowledge. Riley was the one behind my misery. "How could she do this to me? Wasn't she the one who told me that she couldn't wait to get pregnant with my child? So what's all this" I thought to myself as tears escaped my eyes. I turned and stared at Mia who had tears in her eyes as she gave me a pitiful look.

I felt my heart become lighter and gave Devyn a hug. Just like that, we consulted my Ob-gyne and our hunch was right after all. "Congratulations, Mr. Warren. You're seven weeks pregnant." The doctor smiled so Dionne quickly hugged me. She's happy, making me pregnant once again. I am seven weeks pregnant with Dionne's child once again. Five months of pregnancy...

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me