Semua Bab Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Bab 101 - Bab 110

~~Alex~~The words hit harder than I expected. If this is what you call home, and I kind of understand it, it seems like he has a thing against hospital.For a second, I just stood there, watching him glare at the ceiling like it had personally offended him. His voice had been sharp, defensive but underneath, I heard it. The disappointment. The fear.I drew in a slow breath, forcing myself not to snap back. The last thing he needed was me throwing my pride in his face.Instead, I stepped closer to the bed, lowering my voice so it was just for him. “Jay… this is just the hospital wing. That’s all.” I gestured around us, the sterile halls, the faint hum of machines. “I had it built to look like the one we just left. Same setup, same equipment. It’s for your own good and for the babies.”His head turned slightly, his eyes narrowing at me like he wanted to fight the explanation, but there was a flicker of something else too.I reached for the railing of his bed, my thumb brushing the meta

~~Nina~~I’ve honestly lost count of how many days I’ve been on this godforsaken ship. The sea stretches the same damn shade of gray until my eyes blur it into one long, nauseous smear. I hate water. Hate the way it swallows sound and horizons and hope. But the woman I’m pretending to be… May…. probably doesn’t. So I smile. I act cool. I sip whatever they hand me like I’m having the time of my life while my stomach liquefies.The thing is, the game’s not fun anymore. I’m not the one playing. Dahlia and her brother’s men are running the show, and I’m just a prop they haven’t quite decided whether to keep. I used to think Dahlia was cute dangerous in a way that made you want to step closer but cute doesn’t cut it when you’re sitting in the middle of the Atlantic and no one seems to notice if you vanish. There’s nothing cute about the idea of drowning while my people scroll through their phones and call it a “strategic reposition.”Or maybe they would notice. Maybe they wouldn’t. Being a

~Nina~~ Driving into this castle-like house that screamed luxury, I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, like the world had suddenly shifted beneath my feet. My eyes kept darting from the towering walls to the sprawling windows glinting under the evening light. The place didn’t just whisper wealth… it shouted it in a voice so loud it left me bewildered. What the actual fuck… rich people really do know how to showcase their wealth. Beside me, Dahlia leaned forward, curiosity tugging at her voice. “Ethan, did Alex move…?” “Yes, Young Miss,” Ethan replied smoothly, professional as ever. “The president moved here because he preferred it.” Dahlia clicked her tongue, dragging the sound out with a hiss. “Whatever,” she muttered, slumping back with a roll of her eyes, but I could feel her tension radiating in the car. As we drove deeper through the massive iron gates, the reality of it settled on me like a weight pressing down. Cameras were tucked into every angle, shadows of g

~~Nina~~What the hell was going on here?Why was a huge man like him broad shoulders, chest like a wall acting like some delicate drama queen, clinging to me as though the world would end if he let go? His grip wasn’t just tight; it was desperate, trembling with something raw. And his stomach pressed against me, round and solid, dragging my mind into questions I didn’t even want to think about.And God, it felt strange. Strange, but not wrong.Every instinct in me screamed that I should shove him off, laugh at his foolishness, remind him I wasn’t his sister, that I wasn’t even supposed to exist here. But instead… I just stood there, frozen, letting him lean on me, letting his ridiculous damsel-in-distress act play out.Because the truth?He didn’t even feel like a stranger.And that… that was the part that unsettled me the most. Something deep in my chest, a part of me I didn’t know existed, wanted to tolerate his foolishness. Wanted to hold him, soothe him, tell him whatever storm h

~~Jay~~ I really didn’t want to do that. Hell, I didn’t even mean to say it out loud. But it just slipped like the words crawled out of my throat on their own. “She smells.” God. Why the fuck did I have to say that in front of everyone? Why did I have to embarrass her, embarrass myself like that? Sincerely speaking… she really does smell…. And the smell made me feel like I was going to throw out the babies from my mouth. Maybe it was her perfume or something else she wearing, I can say, all I knew was that I can’t stand her… and her smelling with me taunting he wasn’t a good thing. Ever since I recovered enough to walking around. I’ve been more emotional and little thing brings the dramatic and childlike me out. Because the truth? It wasn’t even about her. It was about me. The second Lena walked in, my whole body lit up like a fuse. She was different, sure, something about her didn’t quite match the sister I remembered. But she was still Lena. She smelled like her, looked like h