You Got Her Pregnant Novels & Stories

“No way. I don’t need him to take care of me.” “He’s a good guy. It isn’t like he’s going to treat you like he owns you. That guy is way too nice to be like that.” I shrugged. “I’m going to tell you something, but please don’t freak out.” Her eyes went wide. “You’re pregnant!” I rolled my eyes. “No. Sheesh. Why does your mind automatically go there?” “Because you’ve been fucking like rabbits,” she said dryly. I laughed. “Not really.” “All right, what’s your big secret?”

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

"Are you going to shoot me, or are we going to talk?" She yelled at me, her voice fierce and shaking with fury, "You got me pregnant, you idiot!" My eyes went wide. "Wait—what?"

I kept wondering how she got that baby because she definitely wasn't pregnant. But she wasn't satisfied with just conning Orlando; she's still up to no good. Later she was actually pregnant - that time it was real. I knew because I found out at the medical clinic where she went to get tested. It was amazing how many gossips there were in this town, but that worked in my favor.

"Do you know what Jimmy did to her?" "What did he do?" She says indignantly. "She went out on him and got herself pregnant!" Amber says, louder than I think she means to, and glances around to see if anyone heard her. We're alone, so she continues. "You know she's pregnant, right?" She says conspiratorially.

This time her eyes widened in real terror as my body half shifted. My bones cracked and reformed, sharp pops echoing through the garden as my canines lengthened and punched down past my lip. I leaned in, inches from ripping her throat out, ready to snap her head clean off her disgusting body when she finally panicked. “Wait,” she said, and when she felt my hot panting breath on her face she blurted out, “I’m pregnant!”

It was the seven year of our marriage. I found my wife's prenatal test report. She was three months pregnant. After seven childless years, I should have been overjoyed. Except I'd had a vasectomy. I confronted her with the report in hand. She barely reacted. "Is that all the grace you have? This child is innocent. If you choose me, you accept him too. Can't you even make room for one child? No wonder you'll never make anything of yourself." I saw the contempt in her eyes. And just like that, I gave up on her completely. Seven years of marriage, seven years of deferring to her in everything, and all I got in return was betrayal.

She cries out. Excited? Get someone pregnant? My brain takes a break, leaving me alone to break down the chaos I just saw. “Wait, I’m..” I trail off, smacking my head once as it resets. “I think I’ve become a little slow,” I nervously say. “What did she just say?” “You’re pregnant,” she says, still grinning from ear to ear. I nod, I’m fully caught up until that point. “I’m aware, but what do you mean you told him he could knock someone else up?”

She knocked me unconscious, claimed we had sex, and got pregnant to trap me. But if she drugged me unconscious, how did she get pregnant?

Made a baby? She let out a sigh. "I am pregnant, Kelvin," she finally stated, and my eyes widened in shock. "What?" I exclaimed, utterly taken aback by the revelation. "I know it's surprising, but it's the truth. Don't you want the baby?" she asked, her eyes filled with sadness. In response, I pulled her into a tight, loving hug. My eyes were moist, and my heart was bursting with joy. I couldn't believe it—I was going to be a father soon.