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บททั้งหมดของ Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

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Ninety-one

~~Jay~~The first thing I registered was the weight in my chest. Not pain, not sharp like before, but heavy, like something had been sitting on me all night. The second thing was the faint warmth on my hand fingers curled around mine, steady, grounding.I blinked through the haze until the blur sharpened. Alex.He was right there, leaning too close, his eyes carrying the kind of storm people only wore when they’d already cried in private. I tried to wet my lips, but my throat scraped like sandpaper.“The babies…” My voice came out broken, a whisper that barely reached him. But his head jerked up immediately, eyes burning into me.“What~~ what happened after I blanked out?” I forced out, even though my lungs hated me for it. My mind clawed at fragments blood, fear, his arms trying to hold me together but after that, nothing. Just the dark.Alex’s hand tightened around mine. For a second, his jaw clenched like he was swallowing down something jagged.“They’re still here,” he said finall
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Ninety-two

~~Jay~~My happiness can be comprehend with just words…. But Alex voice brought me back to reality.“Jay,” he said, low, cautious.“Hmmm?” I answered, blinking up at him. My voice was weaker than I wanted it to be.“There’s… some people.”I frowned. “Some people?”He hesitated. I hated when Alex hesitated. It meant whatever he was about to say was worse than the way he wanted to say it.“Alex,” I pressed, my chest tightening, “what are you trying to say?”He finally met my eyes, his jaw rigid. “The Yakuza mafia family is looking for Lena.”For a second, the words didn’t land. Then they did, and I felt a cold ripple shoot straight through me. Why will they be looking for Lena.“Oh,” I muttered, leaning back into the pillows. “That’s… grandpa’s family.” I tried my best to make it look like all this was ok with from within but no it wasn’t…. The last time I checked mom cut all ties with Yakuza clan for reasons best known to her, why are they helping with the search for Lena… if they are
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Ninety-three

Third Person POVThe room smelled of incense and smoke, heavy with the weight of silence. Shadows clung to the lacquered walls of the Yakuza family estate, broken only by the dim glow of the lanterns. Men in black suits knelt low to the ground, heads bowed, as the sliding door whispered shut behind them.At the far end sat the Oyabun the old, madam Hale called uncle. His presence alone filled the room, larger than the silence itself. His face was carved from stone, his eyes sharp as blades that had seen more blood than mercy. Fingers adorned with gold rings drummed against the armrest of his chair, a sound that made every kneeling man sweat through his suit.One of them spoke, voice trembling but steady enough to carry.“Master… we recovered footage from the street cameras. Young Miss Lena… she was seen fighting. In the open in Japan.”The Oyabun’s gaze sharpened, a slow, dangerous narrowing. “Fighting?” His voice was low, almost soft yet it carried a weight that pressed down on every
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Ninety-four

~~Nina~~Entering a private estate for the first time in my life was something I never expected, but this… this wasn’t a house. It was a castle buried underground. Marble floors that gleamed like water, walls so polished they practically whispered wealth, and a security system so sharp I swear if I sneezed too loud, lasers would cut me into bite-sized pieces.Everything screamed money, power, untouchable authority.And me? I didn’t belong here. Not really.But what I couldn’t figure out what kept buzzing in my head like a mosquito I couldn’t swat was why these men were so hell-bent on separating me from Dahlia. Every move I made, every glance I threw her way, there was always someone watching, ready to pounce.What, was the original Lena Hale some kind of criminal? Or a monster wrapped in pretty clothes? Because nothing else made sense. They were treating me like I was radioactive.“Are you done with your food?” Dahlia’s voice broke through my spiral.I glanced up. She was leaning on
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Ninety-five

Third Person POVThe Hale estate was still wrapped in the hush of early morning when Madam Hale’s phone rang. The name flashing across the screen made her heart stumble the Yakuza head himself.Her fingers trembled as she answered, voice taut with hope and dread.“Eleanor,” the deep voice on the other end began. “Your daughter Lena has been sighted in Japan. We do not have her in custody yet, but she is alive. Healthy. There is no sign she was kidnapped.”For a moment she couldn’t breathe. Alive. Healthy. Not kidnapped. The words echoed like bells through her skull, cutting through weeks of fear. If Lena run away with her pregnancy, it is understandable then because madam Hale knows she was never supportive of any of her children.When the call ended, the video clip he sent followed grainy footage, but clear enough. Lena, moving on her own. Breathing. Existing. And she was fighting a group of people when do hell did she become a gangster? She thought Tears spilled down Madam Hale’s c
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Ninety-six

Third person POV Richard’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as Eleanor’s words echoed in the silence. His face twisted, and before she could blink, his palm came crashing down on the table beside him. The thunderous crack jolted through the room, rattling the vase at the edge. “Enough!” he roared, his voice raw. “You think you were a mother? You were nothing but a shadow in their lives. A useless woman clinging to sentiment, too weak to make a single choice without me holding your hand. If anyone failed those children, it was you!” Eleanor flinched as though the words had struck her flesh. Her lips parted, but no sound came. The sob in her throat turned to ice. He leaned forward, his eyes burning into hers, the fury unchained now. “Don’t talk to me about pride. At least I gave them a future, a name, a legacy. What did you give them, Eleanor? Tears? Empty lullabies? Do you even know what your children needed, or were you too busy drowning in your own fragility?” The silence
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Ninety-seven

~~Alex ~~Jay’s and I new home still smelled like fresh paint, like someone had tried too hard to scrub the place clean of history. I wandered through the corridor, hands in my pockets, until my steps slowed in front of the medical wing. White walls, spotless floors, all clinical perfection. I tilted my head and glanced at James.“So,” I asked, nodding toward the place, “do you think this will do?”He gave me a look like I’d just asked him to pick out drapes. “Dude, I’m a medical doctor, not an interior designer. What the fuck does my opinion matter?”I smirked. “I’m asking about the medical wing, genius, not the feng shui. Why are you acting like I’m depriving you of sex?”James didn’t miss a beat. He turned, deadpan, and said, “At least I don’t get my fellow man pregnant.”I blinked, then pressed a hand to my chest in mock horror. “Wow. Straight for the jugular. And here I was trying to bond.” James is so fucking annoying right now..I shoved James’s shoulder lightly, still smirkin
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Ninety-eight

~~Alex~~Ethan started again, a little slower this time. “Your sister and her sister—”My grip tightened around the phone. “I dare you to complete that sentence.”There was a beat of silence, and I could practically hear his throat working. When he spoke again, his tone had shifter softer, cautious. “I mean… the Young Miss. And Vice President Lena.”I exhaled through my nose, sharp. “Better. And let me make this clear, Ethan don’t you ever, ever, call Lena anyone’s sister-in-law again. Not when it ties her name to my Jay. Not now, not ever.”The words came out rougher than I meant, but I didn’t take them back.Because why the fuck did it feel like fire in my veins, just hearing her name strung alongside his? Why did my chest lock up like Jay was being stolen from me, like he wasn’t already mine?I pinched the bridge of my nose, pacing the hall. God, I knew I liked him I wasn’t blind to myself. But the way I sounded just now? The way my voice broke, the way it boiled over like a jealou
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Ninety-nine

~~Jay~~Staring at the white hospital ceiling tiles, I felt like they were pressing down on me, heavy and suffocating. Weak. That’s the word that kept circling my head. I hated it.I missed the old me… Jayden J. Hale…. the one nobody dared to stop or disrespect. Well… nobody except my old man, who always had a way of cutting me down until I felt small again. And my sister God, her sarcasm could peel skin off. But she was also the only one who ever stepped up when it mattered, the only one who’d stand in front of me when I couldn’t stand for myself. I owe her for that.But lying here? I couldn’t shake the disgust. Sometimes I hated myself for how I acted around Alex. Like some fragile damsel waiting for a savior. Pathetic. That’s not me, not really. And yet, the second he walked into a room, I wanted to hand over all the weight, all the decisions. Just let him handle it. Like he made weakness feel… safe.And that’s the part that twisted me up the most. Because I despised this version o
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One hundred

~~Jay~~Later that night, the doctor and a couple of nurses came in, fussing with machines and the wheels of my bed. I turned my head, half groggy, half annoyed, and asked Alex, “Where the hell are they taking me?”He didn’t even hesitate. “Well… we’re going home.”Home.The word hit me like a punch to the chest. Safe. Warm. Something I’d never really had in my life not with my father’s house, not with all the cold walls and rules that made me feel more like a prisoner than a son. But hearing it now? From him? God, I liked the sound of it. I wanted it.“Yes,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “Home. Take me home.”And then, like an idiot, my throat tightened. That single word stirred something ugly and fragile inside me, and before I could shut it down, a drop of water slipped from the corner of my eye.A fucking tear.Get it together, Jay. What the fuck are you getting emotional about? It’s just a word. Just a stupid word. Gosh I hate this pregnancy hormones man.But the harder I t
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