All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~~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

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

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

~~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

~~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