All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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One hundred and forty-one

~~Alex~~ Halfway down the hall, it hit me like a forgotten birthday the due date. Jay’s due date. I stopped mid-stride, one hand gripping the edge of the wall as the realization sank in. How the hell had I let that slip my mind? Between Lena’s scans, the Yakuza surveillance, and James’s midnight brainwave briefings, I’d completely lost track of time. Cursing under my breath, I spun on my heel and headed straight back toward James’s office. He’d probably still be there the man treated caffeine and data like food groups. Sure enough, when I pushed the door open, James didn’t even look surprised. He looked amused. “Well, well,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair with a grin that could power a small city. “You must really not want to leave me alone, Alex. Couldn’t even make it ten minutes without my charming company?” “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “I just remembered something important.” “Oh, let me guess,” he said, pretending to think hard. “You

One hundred and forty-two

~~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

One hundred and forty-three

~~Jay~~It had been over two hours. Two long, dragging hours since Alex said he’d be back soon.I tried to focus on the numbers still glowing on my laptop screen, but the words blurred together until they were nothing but shapes and shadows. Every few minutes, I found myself glancing at the clock, hoping the next tick would bring the sound of his footsteps, the creak of the door, or his voice calling my name in that quiet, reassuring way that made everything feel steady again.But the house was too still.The maids had gone to their quarters, the night air hummed softly outside, and all I could hear was the faint rhythm of my heartbeat echoing in my ears. Even the babies were unusually calm tonight, as if they, too, were waiting for him.I sighed and pushed my chair back. “It’s late,” I muttered to no one, rubbing my lower back. “I should probably go up and sleep.”My hand brushed over my belly as I stood. “You two are really patient, huh?” I whispered, smiling faintly. “Guess you tak

One hundred and forty-four

~~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

One hundred and forty-five

~~Alex~~ I knew Jay would be mad at me. He had every right to be. I promised I’d come home early tonight, swore I wouldn’t stay late at the office again, and yet here I was pulling into the driveway past midnight with the weight of a dozen unfinished reports still pressing behind my eyes. I sighed, stepping out of the car and straightening my coat. “He’s going to give me that look again,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. That soft, disapproving look that wasn’t really anger, just quiet disappointment the one that made me feel like I’d let the entire world down. The guards straightened the moment they saw me. “Welcome back, sir,” one of them said quickly. “Thanks,” I said distractedly, already heading toward the door. “Jay’s still awake?” The second guard hesitated, exchanging a brief look with the other. “Uh… yes, sir. Vice president Lena is with him.” I froze. “Lena?” “Yes, sir,” he said. “She arrived a little over an hour ago. Said president Jay asked to see her urgen

One hundred and forty-six

~~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

One hundred and forty seven

Third Person POV The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, sharp and cold. The soft hum of machines merged with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the muted shuffle of feet. The room was a blur of movement nurses switching IV bags, doctors murmuring orders, James working with unwavering focus as he fought to keep Jay stable. Madam Hale stood just beyond the glass partition, her trembling hands pressed together, knuckles white from how hard she’d been gripping them. Her lips moved in silent prayer. She hadn’t said a word since the transfusion began. Not one question, not one complaint just that desperate mother’s plea to whatever force would listen. Please, let him live. Inside the room, Jay’s still form lay on the hospital bed. Pale. Hooked up to more tubes and machines than any mother should ever have to see. His pulse was steadying, but weak. His breathing shallow, aided by the oxygen mask James had secured earlier. James adjusted the IV line carefully, ensuring the tran

One hundred and forty eight

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

One hundred and forty-nine

~~Alex~~ I can still hear James’s words ringing in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake. Even after almost an hour. “We may lose him… and the babies. It all depends on whether he ever wakes up from the coma or not.” The words had been heavy enough to crush something inside me. Now, hours later, they were still echoing dull, cold, and unrelenting each syllable reminding me that Jay wasn’t safe yet. That at any moment, that fragile line on the monitor upstairs could go flat, and I’d lose him. Lose them. I hadn’t even realized I’d been sitting in the hallway until I heard her voice. “Can we talk?” I looked up slowly. Madam Hale stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall. Her eyes were red-rimmed, the kind of raw that comes from crying too long. Her posture, usually graceful and controlled, was slumped like every ounce of life had been drained out of her. And how could it not be? Her two children were lying unconscious in the same house, fighting for their lives. And she’d g

One hundred and fifty

~~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

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