Marinette Pregnant Novelas e Histórias

someone responded. “When she is back she should assign Maria to a room, now get back to work.” With that, he turned and left. A blonde girl walked up to me. “Hi, I'm Sarah, I'm a housekeeper and we will be working on the same shift.” “Nice to meet you Sarah, I'm Maria.” “So are you married?” She asked. I raised my eyebrows. “No, I'm not.” “Well that's good, so am I,” she giggled.

"I got this." Down the hall, boots hitting stone too loud, people pressing against walls when they saw her face. Into the supply room where Maris was humming something, sorting through rolls of linen. "Serna, did you need—" Maris turned, saw her expression, stopped talking. "You wrote to them." Serna's voice came out quiet, dangerous. "Wrote to Tarian's berserkers about the pregnancy." "I don't—I don't know what you're—" Maris backed up, hit the shelf behind her.

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

4 years later… I stand in the kitchen making lunch when Mariselle comes in. She laughs as she waddles into the room. She’s nine months pregnant. Her belly is so big, but she looks even more beautiful when she’s pregnant. She glows with happiness and pride as she rubs her tummy and snags a Goldfish Cracker from the plate. “You’re going to steal your daughter’s snacks?” I tease, going over to her and wrapping my arms around her.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER. Selene's POV. "Congratulations, you are pregnant!" The nurse grinned, holding up a clipboard. "Your vitals are great, and your baby is healthy." My heart pounded; for a second, it felt like the world spun around me. I shook my head. "I can't be pregnant; Rowland and I, we have always been careful." Her smile faltered. "Well, these things do happen. Even when contraceptives are used, dear."

3 years of marriage, yet no child every couple would be happy to hear that sentence that bonds the existence of marriage, not in my case. I watched my husband leave home and come back once in two weeks and sometimes once in a month, my marriage was shattered and there was nothing I could do to save it. “No,” I said, too sharp, too defensive. “Impossible” She threw the result papers at me. "VALDEZ, ARIA. RESULT: POSITIVE. ESTIMATED GESTATION: 3 WEEKS." I read. 3 weeks...it dawned on me... Zachary, my stepfatherinlaw, I thought he used protection, how could I still have gotten pregnant?

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Still, she walked past her as she tried to leave. “I’m pregnant.” Madison’s sudden announcement made Jeanette stop in her tracks. “It’s Damon’s child.” Jeanette’s eyes trembled violently, but when she turned to look at Madison, her eyes returned to their usual state of calmness. “Oh? Should I congratulate you for being an unmarried and pregnant mistress? How shameless.” When Madison heard that, her expression changed instantly, and she snapped. “Jeanette, wasn’t your mother a mistress too? Stop pretending to be all virtuous! You were born out of wedlock!”

I still have to look out for her. Mara should be three months pregnant now. “I’m hungry, get me something to eat.” She says to Luan. “Yes, madam.” Luan walks off to the kitchen. “Shouldn’t you be the one serving her?” Jonah asks, a stupid grin on his face. “ I think Luan is more than capable of handling that, besides if you’re worried about her you might as well get her a private aid. Don’t you think so?” “Yes baby I’d like that.” Mara says, clinging to Jonah from his waist.

They made that clear from the day Marcus introduced me. Marcus stood in front of them, and he couldn't even look at me. "What's going on?" My voice came out small, afraid. Margaret spoke first. "Sarah is pregnant." The world stopped spinning. I couldn't hear anything but a ringing in my ears. "It's Marcus's child," she continued, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. "She's four months along." I looked at Marcus. Finally, he looked back at me. There were tears in his eyes.