Mr. President Has A Baby Bump のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

~~Jay~~ Staring at the message my mom just sent, I couldn’t help but smile. It was nothing grand just a simple “Don’t forget to eat, sweetheart. I missed you and can’t wait for your return.” but it warmed something deep inside me. This… this was the closest I’d ever been with her. She has never been this nice to me… or even called me sweetheart speak less of react texting me… she has never texted me before until now Our relationship had improved beyond anything I could’ve imagined. There was a time when our conversations were made of polite silences and forced small talk, but now she texted me every morning, sent pictures of her garden, even complained about my father’s obsession with his company which I already know. It was new, strange, but comforting like rediscovering a home I never knew I had. The soft beep of my laptop snapped me out of my thoughts. Right. Work. I still had documents to review before sending them to Elijah. Taking back my position as president even remote

~~Lena~~A lot had happened over the past week too much, too fast, too loud.From the press conference to the endless whispers, to that stupid yet amazing kiss that had somehow turned into a full-blown scandal, it felt like the world had been watching me unravel in slow motion. Every time I turned on the TV, there she was Lena Hale, the “unpredictable heiress,” the “reckless lover,” the one who’d lost her mind and found a girlfriend in the process.Dahlia hadn’t helped.She kept showing up at the Hale house like she owned it, wearing her usual smirk and acting like the cameras were her personal audience. A few days ago, she even declared to my supposed parents that we were getting married. Just like that. No warning, no shame, no space for me to even breathe. Well Lena father was beyond angry that he ended up fainting and mother on the other hand wasn’t happy but didn’t say much, but I will pretty much say she supported me in a way.And the dates oh God, the dates. Dahlia has been dr

~~Alex~~The sound of sirens tore through the night like a knife. I barely registered the blur of white coats and the echo of hurried footsteps as James and the emergency medics stormed into the house. My entire world had shrunk to the slow, fragile rhythm of Jay’s pulse beneath my hand.He was too still. Too pale. His chest barely rose.I’d seen blood before being trained to stay calm under pressure but nothing, nothing, prepared me for this. Seeing him like this felt like watching the air being sucked out of my lungs. Every breath hurt.“Alex, move!” James’s voice snapped through the haze. Sharp. Controlled. The voice of a doctor who didn’t have time for hesitation.I stumbled back just enough for him and his team to take over, but my hands refused to unclench. They were still stained red Jay’s red and I couldn’t stop staring at them.James leaned over the bed, barking orders to the team with rapid precision. “Check the vitals. I need oxygen flow increased now! Prep a blood panel an

Third person POV The hum of the surgical machines filled the air l steady, rhythmic, unrelenting. Inside the sterile brightness of the operating room, Lena lay completely still under the harsh overhead lights, her dark hair fanned across the pillow like ink spilled on white paper. The soft hiss of the ventilator matched the faint, fragile beeping of her heart monitor. James stood over her, fully scrubbed in, his expression hidden behind the surgical mask but his eyes… his eyes betrayed everything exhaustion, disbelief, and a gnawing sense of guilt. He had treated countless patients in his career gang victims, war survivors, political targets but nothing had ever felt this personal. Not when the woman on his table was important to someone close to Alex. “Scalpel,” he said quietly. The assistant placed it in his gloved hand. James inhaled deeply and began the incision near the temple where the impact had fractured the skull. The monitors beeped steadily as he worked, but the deepe

~~Alex~~The screen flickered to life with a faint static hum. The room was dimly lit just the glow from the monitors reflecting against our faces. Madam Hale sat beside me, her hands clasped tightly on her lap, her knuckles white. Neither of us spoke. The silence was a storm waiting to break.I clicked play.At first, everything looked… normal. The footage showed the grand foyer bathed in soft light. Jay appeared on the screen, moving slowly across the hall, one hand resting protectively over his stomach. He looked tired his other hand clutching his tablet, probably reviewing something even at that hour. A small smile ghosted his lips when he paused, looking at his phone. I recognized that expression; he was waiting for me.My chest tightened.Then, the doorbell rang.Jay turned toward the door. He said something to the maid who went to open it but Jay, being Jay, rushed forward before she could. His excitement was almost childlike, like he was expecting someone familiar. He pulled t