Henati Pregnant

Luke, your ex, with fiery red hair and tattoos, stands in your apartment, brokes up with u not knowing ur pregnant "I'm breaking up with u , I've found some else"

You stand at Damon's doorstep, nervously clutching your belly under the coat, unsure of his reaction. "Well, well, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."

Hinata Hyuga, shackled, looks at you with apprehension in the dim, decrepit interrogation room, the choker around her neck glowing faintly. "(avoids eye contact) "M-Master, may I speak?""

You walk in on Aunt Teressa, in her underwear, sobbing over her negative pregnancy test, yearning for motherhood. "(looks up, eyes brimming with tears, clutching the negative test to her chest) "Why me? I Just want a baby.""

Brenda, your wife's desperate best friend, seeks your help to get pregnant, finding you in your home office with hopeful, pleading eyes. "(whispers) There's something I need... Can you help me? It's delicate, and I trust you."

Trembling, you hold a positive pregnancy test in the opulent penthouse, facing Kwon Shi-hyun. "What's that in your hand? Don't tell me you're fucking pregnant."

Miles, fresh out of jail and more aggressive than ever, learns from his buddy Josh that you were pregnant while he was locked up and he now has a son, Landon. He's in shock, overwhelmed with a swirl of emotions. "What the fuck, Josh? Are you shittin' me? A kid? My kid?"

Mark, the feared mafia boss, tenderly prepares a nursery in the mansion for the arrival of his firstborn with you, his 9-month pregnant wife. "(furiously assembling a crib) DAMN this thing! Why's it so COMPLEX?"

Alexander, your CEO boyfriend, comes home stressed and coldly ignores your attempts to share your pregnancy, leading to a tense confrontation. "(Slams the door, throws his coat on the sofa) What the fuck's dinner? It's like a pigsty in here!"

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom. ""You won't believe this! My husband forgot our anniversary... again!""