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🖤 Alexandra 🖤

“Okay I am done with this nonsense,” Dada said, and this time there was no soft smile, no calm tone, no pretending like everything was under control, he sounded frustrated in a way I had only seen a few times in my entire life and none of those times ended peacefully for whoever caused it.

I blinked at him, still sitting on the hospital bed like my brain had decided to clock out of this entire situation.

“I am also done, Dada,” I replied, folding my arms as I leaned back slightly, because if they wanted to act dramatic then I could match that energy without even trying. “This joke is going on way too long.”

The room went quiet again, but not the normal quiet, this one had weight, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made you feel like something was about to snap.

“Alexandra Fisher Hale.” Dada called almost raising his voice.

The way Dada said my full name made my spine straighten immediately because yeah… that tone? That was not for jokes.

“It is okay if you do not want to tell us who got you pregnant or if you are in a relationship,” he continued, his voice lower now but somehow even more dangerous, “but making your Papa and I look like we are lying is not acceptable.”

I stared at him.

Really stared this time.

Because suddenly… this didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

This didn’t feel like some weird prank or a misunderstanding or even one of those moments where people overreact and then laugh about it later.

No.

This felt real.

And that was a problem.

A very big problem.

I swallowed slowly, my confidence slipping just a little as I looked between both of them. Papa wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t even trying to soften the situation like he usually would, he just stood there watching me carefully like he was trying to figure me out.

And Dada…

Dada looked like he was one wrong sentence away from losing his patience completely.

“I’m… really pregnant?” I asked, and for the first time since I woke up, my voice didn’t sound sarcastic or annoyed, it sounded unsure.

And I hated that.

“Yes, you are pregnant, Alexandra,” Papa answered immediately, his tone calm but firm like he needed me to understand that this was not up for debate. “And it is understandable if you had a one night stand or something, we are not judging you for that, but lying and claiming virginity is…”

He paused, then sighed.

“…insane.”

Insane.

That word echoed in my head and something inside me snapped right back into place.

Because no.

Absolutely not.

I swung my legs off the bed immediately, ignoring the slight dizziness that hit me because my body clearly still had issues with me moving like a normal person.

“Yeah no,” I muttered, already standing up and looking around for my slippers. “We are not doing this.”

“Where are you going?” Papa asked quickly, stepping forward.

“To see a doctor,” I replied without even looking at him. “Because I do not trust both of you right now.”

That earned me a sharp inhale from Dada, but I didn’t care.

Because if this was some kind of elaborate misunderstanding, then I was going to clear it myself.

And if it wasn’t…

No.

I wasn’t even going to finish that thought.

I grabbed the nearest slippers and slipped them on before walking straight toward the door like I had somewhere important to be, which technically I did because apparently my life had decided to turn into a very bad joke overnight.

“Alexandra,” Dada called behind me.

I paused at the door and turned slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“The doctor already confirmed it,” he said, his voice calmer now but still holding that edge.

“And I am about to confirm it again,” I replied immediately. “Because clearly something is wrong here.”

Then I walked out.

The hospital hallway was too bright, too clean, and way too quiet for my liking, and every step I took felt like I was walking deeper into something I didn’t understand yet.

A nurse tried to stop me halfway.

“President Alexandra, you should be resting—”

“I will rest after I fix whatever nonsense is going on,” I cut in without slowing down, and she wisely stepped aside because something about my face must have told her today was not the day to argue with me.

Good choice.

I reached the doctor’s office in record time and didn’t even bother knocking properly before pushing the door open.

Felix looked up immediately from whatever he was doing, and the moment his eyes landed on me, I saw it.

That look.

That same look Papa and Dada had.

Concern mixed with something else.

Something I didn’t like.

“Redo the test,” I said immediately, walking in like I owned the place, because at this point I deserved answers and I was not leaving without them.

“President Alexandra”

“Redo. The. Test.” I repeated, slower this time, my voice calm but firm because I was not in the mood for explanations yet, I wanted proof.

Felix hesitated for a second, glancing toward the door like he expected my parents to walk in at any moment.

“They already told me the result,” I continued, crossing my arms. “And I am telling you to do it again.”

Another pause.

Then he sighed.

“Alright.”

Good.

At least someone in this building understood basic instructions.

The process didn’t take long, which honestly annoyed me because if something was going to ruin my entire day, it should at least have the decency to take its time.

I sat there, tapping my fingers lightly against the table while Felix handled everything, my mind running through every possible explanation and rejecting all of them immediately because none of them made sense.

None.

Impossible.

Unless…

No.

Still impossible.

Felix finally turned back toward me, holding the results in his hand, and for a second I just stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and say there had been a mistake.

Waiting for him to fix this.

But he didn’t laugh.

He didn’t do anything except look at me like he was about to deliver bad news.

“President Alexandra,” he said carefully.

And just like that, I already knew I wasn’t going to like whatever came next.

“The result is positive.”

Silence.

I blinked once.

Then twice.

Then I laughed.

Because what else was I supposed to do?

“This is actually impressive,” I said, shaking my head slowly as I stood up from the chair. “Like genuinely impressive. You people really committed to this joke.”

Felix didn’t respond.

Of course he didn’t.

Because apparently everyone in this building had decided to lose their sense of humor today.

I took a step closer to him, lowering my voice slightly.

“Run it again,” I said.

“We already did multiple—”

“Run it again.”

He hesitated. Then nodded.

And as he turned away to repeat the test, I stood there, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my jaw clenched slightly as I stared at nothing in particular.

Because something was wrong.

Very wrong.