Mr. President Has A Baby Bump

~~Jay~~President Jay, after reviewing the reports, I’m sorry to inform you of a rather… unusual development. You are….”“Oh, for God’s sake, stop beating around the bush. I don’t have all day,” I snapped, gripping the edge of the desk. My patience was wearing thin and this doctor’s dramatic pauses weren’t helping.He swallowed visibly sweating. “Sir… you’re pregnant.”I blinked.Pregnant?I must have misheard.And then God help me I laughed. A full-bellied, incredulous laugh. “Ha ha aaaa~~~ doctor, can you please stop trying to pull a prank on me?” I said, struggling to control my laughter. “Me? Pregnant? You must be drunk or desperate for a raise. I’m a man, an able man, with a properly working dick. Do I look like I have a uterus to you?”The doctor didn’t laugh.That was the part that stopped me, he can’t be serious right…?He just stood there pale, sweating, blinking fast like he wanted to disappear into the floor. I could almost hear his heartbeat echoing louder than the stupid

~~Jay~~ “Sir,” Elijah said carefully, just as I was about to goggle how the pregnancy test works, “your father says it’s urgent. He needs you at the mansion right now.” I blinked, still halfway typing, my hand type faster while I responded to him. “What kind of urgent?” “He didn’t say. Only that it was a family emergency.” I groaned. “Tell him I’ll be there after I go home and pee on ~~ uh ~~ I mean, handle personal things.” Elijah was already holding up his phone. “He said to call him the moment I saw you. I’m putting him on speaker….” “No, Elijah, don’t….” Too late. My father’s voice thundered through the car like the wrath of God in Armani. “Jay.” “Father,” I croaked, suddenly sitting straighter like he could reach through the phone and slap posture into me. “If you are not here in the next five minutes, I will come get you myself. Do you understand me?” I swallowed. “Yes, Father.” “Good.” Click. The line went dead. I turned to Elijah. “He’s bluffing

~~Jay~~Following Elijah through the crowd was like walking toward my own execution.He was calm, collected, doing that “professional bodyguard-butler hybrid” thing he does so well.Me? I was trying not to have a full-blown meltdown in front of people sipping champagne worth more than my first car.We turned the corner into one of the side halls, away from the main ballroom noise, and there he was.The man.The myth.The soul-crusher.My father.He stood like a general in a war movie, perfectly tailored suit, expression colder than the inside of an ice cream truck.The first thing he said because of course this was the first thing he said was:“Why are your emotions all over your face?”I blinked. “My… emotions?”Inside my head: Is he for real right now? He sets up my engagement without even telling me and is surprised I’m not smiling like a lottery winner?On the outside: “Uh… maybe because you just surprise-engaged me in front of an entire ballroom?”His jaw tightened. “Stop being d

~~Lena~~I should’ve known he was up to something. Jay had that look on his face the one that said he’d rather be anywhere else but here. The engagement party of the year, the big Hale family show-off gala… and my little brother was trying to ghost it. I ghosted mine as well so him doing the same won’t be the first… but Jay had always be the obedient one so I thought he won’t go ahead with it.Jay. My perfect, untouchable little brother, slipping away like a shadow while Dad worked the room. He thought no one noticed. He thought wrong.I’d positioned myself in the service hallway to get a break from the suffocating gathering of fake elite, and their fake laughs. My back rested against the wall, glass of champagne in hand, counting down the minutes until I could disappear without it becoming a family scandal.Then I spotted him. Jacket half-buttoned, gaze sharp and restless, moving like he had a secret.When he saw me, he froze.“You do know our old man will lose his shit if he finds o

~~Jay~~ Yesterday was the worst day of my life… I’ve been feeling dizzy and nauseous for over two weeks which made me go to the hospital and the doctor gave me the worst news of my life that I am pregnant, which is weird because I am a man with a huge dick and this morning, I woke up feeling like my body had been run over by a freight train. My head throbbed. My stomach churned. And before I could even fully open my eyes, the wave hit. I have thrown up almost twice already. “Oh, hell—” I barely made it to the bathroom before I was on my knees for the second time today, heaving into the toilet. My arms shook as I gripped the rim, every muscle in my gut contracting like it was trying to wring me inside out. When it was over, I sat there for a moment, forehead pressed to the cool porcelain, trying not to think about the fact that this was probably my life now. Great. Pregnant. And vomiting before breakfast. I splashed cold water on my face and stared at the stranger in the mir