001

🖤 Alexandra 🖤

“She’s pregnant, President.” That was the first thing I heard when I tried to open my eyes.

And honestly… God help me because why did my entire body feel like I got hit by a truck, reversed over, and then hit again for emphasis.

My head was pounding, my limbs felt heavy, and for a second I just lay there wondering if dying quietly would be a better option than dealing with whatever nonsense was happening around me.

“Are you certain about this, Felix?” I recognize that voice instantly, even if am in hell I can tell that was my papa’s voice.

Calm but not calm. The kind of calm that usually meant someone was about to get their life rearranged.

“Yes, President,” the other voice replied quickly.

Felix~~~ the unlucky man.

“You can leave.” Dada responded this time in his normal short and dangerous tone.

Okay… yeah… something was definitely wrong.

I forced my eyes open slowly, blinking against the light like I had just been dragged back into existence against my will.

The room came into focus.

White walls.

Medical equipment.

IV drip.

Oh… Fantastic… Hospital.

My favorite place.

I groaned softly and pushed myself up on the bed, ignoring the way my head protested like it had personal issues with me moving.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice rough.

Because the last thing I remembered was standing at that ridiculous wedding, watching my twin brother act like the main character in a love movie.

Jayden kissing Sammy at the altar.

People crying like it was some emotional scene, Me judging everyone. Then… nothing.

Wait.

Did I faint? Because of all ghat cringe moments?

No.

Impossible. I refuse to believe that, I didn’t even faint when I took a life.

“You didn’t tell us you were in a relationship.” Papa’s voice pulled my attention back to him.

I turned my head slowly and looked at him.

Then at Dada. Both of them were standing way too close to my bed.

Way too serious and forced that tells me something is off.

Yeah… I didn’t like this.

“I asked what happened,” I repeated, narrowing my eyes slightly. Because something about this entire situation felt off. Dada stepped closer and sat beside me, taking my hand gently.

And that was when I knew.

Yeah.

This was bad.

Because Dada only got soft like this when he was trying very hard not to be violent.

“Princess,” he said, smiling at me.

That smile?

That was not a happy smile.nThat was a controlled smile. The kind that said someone somewhere was going to suffer soon.

“You are pregnant.”

Complete silence.

I stared at him. Then at Papa.nThen back at him again.

My brain took a moment to process what he just said. Then I laughed.

“I know it’s April,” I said, still laughing lightly. “But it’s not April Fool’s today.”

Because clearly this was a joke.nA very unfunny joke.nBut still a joke.nIt had to be.

Papa sat on the edge of the bed beside me, his expression serious.

“The doctor confirmed it, Alexandra.”

I blinked at him.nThen I laughed again louder this time.

“Okay,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s actually funny.”

Because what?

Pregnant?

Me?

I crossed my arms and leaned back slightly.

“I’m a virgin, Papa.” Silence again.

Dada’s fingers tightened slightly around my hand.

Papa didn’t move.

“I have never had sex,” I continued, looking between both of them like they had lost their minds. “Not even close. Not even a little bit. So unless something very illegal happened without my knowledge…”

I paused.

Then added calmly.

“Or I am suddenly the Virgin Mary and this is the next coming of baby Jesus…”

I gestured around the room.

“There is absolutely no way in hell I am pregnant.”

No one laughed.

Not even a smile.

Not even a small reaction.

Okay.

That was concerning.

Papa exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alexandra,” he said carefully, “this is not a joke.”

“I know,” I replied immediately. “That’s why I’m trying to understand why we are having this conversation.”

Dada finally spoke again, his voice softer now but still carrying that edge underneath.

“The test was repeated,” he said. “Multiple times.”

I stared at him.

“No.”

“It was.”

“No,” I repeated, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.”

Because it wasn’t.

It literally wasn’t.

There was no scenario in this world where this made sense.

Unless…

No.

No.

I frowned slightly, trying to think back.

The wedding.

The crowd.

The noise.

I remember feeling… weird. A little lightheaded maybe. Then everything went black. I looked back at them.

“Okay wait,” I said slowly. “Let’s assume for one second that this is not a medical mistake.”

Papa nodded slightly.

“Okay.”

“Then explain to me,” I continued, my voice calm but sharp now, “how I got pregnant without doing the one thing that actually causes pregnancy.”

Silence.

Again.

Why was there so much silence today?

I looked between both of them.

And then I saw it.

That look.

Oh.

Oh hell no.

Papa sighed.

Dada didn’t say anything.

“Papa,” I said, my voice dropping slightly. “Are you both trying to prank me because I said I never get married?”

He hesitated.

Which was already a problem.

Because Papa never hesitated.

Not like this.

“Princess you know you can tell us if you had a one nightstand or something because there no way in hell you are pregnant yet claiming virginity,” he said slowly.

I blinked.

“One night stand?”

“Yes.”

I stared at him. Then I leaned back against the bed and laughed again.

“I think you both are taking this prank a little too far” I said this time the fake smile and laughter gone.