All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

~~Alex~~I wish I could see through him, but his expression gave nothing away.Does he really love pussy and not dick?I wanted to get him out of my head so bad, but I couldn’t. Last night, when I touched him with my foot, his face didn’t show much but I felt the reaction. Then he just vanished before I could even say a word. I went home with a hard-on so bad I could barely think. The only relief I got was imagining him, something so damn new to me I almost hated it.When I suggested this dinner idea to my parents and convinced them to go along with it, it wasn’t because I cared about family bonding , it was because I wanted him in the same room, close enough to watch. Close enough to push.But the way he looked at me earlier… like I was a stranger he wanted nothing to do with… annoyed the hell out of me.If he really loves women, then fine but I’m going to have him investigated.I watched him walk in, the way his hips moved, the subtle sway. God, it made me so hard I could barely kee

~~Jay~~If there was ever a dinner I wanted to skip in my entire life, it was this one. The only thing worse than sitting across from Dahlia’s parents was sitting here with my stomach feeling like it was on fire.The long polished table of the Hale mansion gleamed under the chandelier light. Silverware was lined with military precision, glasses catching the golden glow. Everything screamed elegance, but all I could feel was heat creeping up my neck every time I caught Alex’s eyes on me.I was trying so hard not to cry. It felt like my nightmares were manifesting into reality. The last time I cried was when I was seventeen, but now… everything felt out of control. My body, my mind, my emotions none of it felt like mine anymore.I’d gone against the advice I’d read online about pregnant people and ended up bent over a sink throwing my guts out as punishment. And here I was, sitting again at this cursed table, pretending nothing happened while my stomach churned like I’d swallowed acid.

~~Jay~~By the time the sun came up the next morning, I was already wide awake.The dinner replayed in my head like a bad movie, every word, every glance, every time Alex’s voice cut through the tension. But underneath all of that was the one thought I couldn’t shake, I need answers. Now.Waiting another day wasn’t an option.I told my parents I had an early work meeting. Since I slept over the night before, they won’t let me leave because or rather Lena and mom won’t let me leave they were worried about my health . Lena offered to tag along, but I brushed her off. This wasn’t something I could have anyone else involved in. Not yet.The specialist’s office was in one of those modern glass buildings downtown, the kind where the lobby smells faintly of lemon polish and money. I checked in under a false name, pulled my baseball cap lower, and kept my head down until I was called in.The doctor was a sharp-looking man in his fifties with silver hair and a voice that sounded like he’d been

~~Lena~~I didn’t sleep that night.I sat in Jay’s apartment long after he’d finally cried himself into an exhausted, uneven sleep. I kept replaying his words in my head, over and over, trying to force them into something logical. But no matter how I turned them, they didn’t fit.Jay. My brother. Pregnant.It was impossible. And yet… I’d seen impossible break people before. I’d seen it in our childhood, when father’s expectations crushed him so hard he forgot how to breathe. I’d seen it in the way he hides everything behind that stone-cold mask in public.But this? This was different. This wasn’t just pressure. This was fear down to the bone.I brushed a hand over his hair as he slept. He looked so much younger like this, like the boy I used to defend from school bullies and from father’s sharp tongue. That protective part of me, the part that’s been here since I was old enough to fight for him rose up with claws out.Whoever did this to him… whatever caused it… I wasn’t going to let