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Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-eight
Third Person POVEthan stood at the foot of the jet’s stairs, his posture sharp and his voice clipped as he faced the Alpha team that just landed into the country.“Orders are clear,” he said. “Escort Vice President Lena and Young Miss Dahlia to different locations until the President arrives. No exceptions.”The men nodded, splitting into their assigned positions. But before they could move, Dahlia’s voice sliced through the air from inside the jet.“You have got to be kidding me, Ethan.” She stormed down the steps, fury flashing in her eyes. “Why aren’t we in New York? Where the hell is this place?”Ethan opened his mouth to answer, but another voice smooth, lazy, dangerous in its charm cut him off.“Cutie, chill,” Nina drawled, trailing after her with that infuriating smirk. “You’ve been getting angry repeatedly. Bad for your blood pressure.”Dahlia spun to glare at her, but Nina was already turning her attention to Ethan, with her eyes glittering with mischief as she leaned agains
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-seven
Third Person POV The corridor outside the VIP wing still hummed faintly with the echoes of chaos nurses murmuring, wheels of carts rattling, the hush of staff who knew a President’s grief was heavier than any medical code.Inside James’s office, the air was different. Heavy. Stifling.James dropped into the leather chair behind his desk, his elbows digging into the wood as he pressed both hands hard against his face. It’s has been the longest night of his life and a new day just started and he was already tired. He hadn’t even exhaled when the door creaked open.A younger doctor stepped in, shutting it quietly behind him. His eyes darted once to the floor before he spoke, low and uneasy.“Doctor James… I don’t think it was right for you to lie to President Alex.”James lowered his hands slowly, his gaze sharp. “I didn’t lie,” he said flatly. “I omitted.”“That’s still lying, doctor.”James’s laugh was harsh, bitter. “And what exactly would you have me do, huh? Tell my best friend who
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-six
~~Alex~~The hallway outside the OR felt like a coffin. The sterile lights, the cold white walls, the steady beep of monitors filtering out under the door it was all pressing down on me, suffocating me.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I almost ignored it, but the screen lit up with Ethan’s name.I answered, my voice a rasp. “What.”“President—” Ethan’s tone was tight, urgent. “The jet just landed an~~~”“I don’t fucking care right now,” I snapped, pacing hard enough that my shoes echoed against the polished floor. “I don’t pay you to call me every time something happens, Ethan. You don’t need my permission to breathe. You just handle it.”There was silence on the other end, like I’d slapped him through the line.“Sir, I—”“Don’t make me repeat myself.” My voice dropped low, dangerous. My chest burned with the weight of everything Jay bleeding out behind that door, my children’s lives hanging in balance and now Ethan calling me like I was supposed to play babysitter. “If there’s a proble
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-five
~~Alex~~“Wait…” My voice came out like gravel, low and shaking, “are you asking me to choose which of my children gets saved? Or to choose between Jay and the babies?”James didn’t answer right away. That silence told me everything.I could feel the walls closing in, the sterile hospital air pressing down on me until it was hard to breathe. My hands clenched into fists, nails biting into my palms. This was insane. Impossible. Cruel. My chest heaved. “Why the hell are you even asking me such an obvious question?” I spat, my voice rising, echoing through the sterile corridor. “Those babies—” my throat closed for a second, “—their very existence is unusual. Impossible by every law of nature. Do you hear me? Impossible.”James flinched at my tone but I didn’t care. My rage was the only thing keeping me upright.“The one you need to save at all costs is Jay,” I bit out, each word sharp as broken glass. “Jay. Do you understand me? He is the priority. Without him, none of this means anythi
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-four
Third person POV The fluorescent lights in the emergency wing burned too bright, bleaching every shadow out of the room. The steady beeping of monitors clashed with the urgent shuffle of gloved hands and clipped voices, the kind of atmosphere that reeked of crisis.Jay lay pale against the hospital bed, his gown pulled back, abdomen exposed, streaks of dried blood still on his lips. His breaths came shallow, uneven, his body trembling under the thin blanket.James stood at his side, already snapping on fresh gloves as the ultrasound machine was wheeled closer. The gel bottle hit the tray with a sharp clatter.“Vitals?” James demanded.“BP ninety over sixty and dropping,” a nurse replied quickly. “Pulse elevated—one thirty-four.”“Keep the fluids running. Push another bag if it drops lower.” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.The ultrasound probe pressed against Jay’s abdomen, the gel cold against his skin. The monitor flickered to life, grainy black-and-white images
Mr. President Has A Baby Bump Eighty-three
~~Jay~~I woke with a start, a sharp pressure twisting low in my stomach like someone was shoving their fist through me from the inside.Morning sickness. Again. The last time I felt like this was a feel weeks back, and I actually thought I’ve gotten past the morning sickness stage.Only this time, it came back with full force.A groan escaped before I could bite it back, my body curling in on itself. I tried to sit up, but something tugged at my arm. Confused, I blinked blearily down and froze.A drip.Clear fluid trailing from the bag above me, hooked into the vein at my arm.What the hell—?For a second, I couldn’t even remember where I was, what day it was. My head swam, the room tilting.“Jay?” Alex’s voice came rough with sleep from the chair beside the bed. He was already pushing upright, his eyes narrowing at the sound I’d made. “Hey…. are you alright?”I wanted to answer, but another wave rolled through me, violent, unbearable. I yanked the needle out with a wince, barely fee
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