Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

~~Alex~~Four weeks.Four weeks of watching two tiny bodies fight for every breath.Four weeks of pretending I wasn’t breaking in half every time Jay looked at me without recognition.Four weeks of hoping he would wake up one morning, call me a dramatic idiot again, and pull me into his arms like he used to.But nothing.Not even a flicker of memory.He didn’t push me away anymore, which was progress… but he still looked at me like I was a story someone told him once, not the man he built a life with.Today wasn’t about that though.Today was bigger.Cleaner.Sacred.Today… my babies were finally coming out of the incubator.My legs felt weak as I followed James into the neonate room. The air smelled sharp and sterile, the steady hum of machines filling the quiet like a heartbeat. My heart raced against my ribs as James stopped beside the incubator where my daughter lay, tiny and perfect, wrapped in soft medical cloth.“You ready?” James asked, his voice low.Ready.I didn’t even know

~~Jay~~Four weeks. That was how long it took before anyone trusted me enough to stand on my own two feet without acting like I might crumble into dust the moment they turned away. It felt like a century. My legs were stiff. My brain was still scrambled. My life felt like it had been written in someone else’s handwriting and slapped onto me without permission.And still, even after all this time, I did not have access to the outside world. No phone. No internet. No freedom. No sanity. Just my room or rather the hospital ward, my thoughts, my confusion, and the slow torture of having everyone look at me with pity or fear or too much love.Mother dearest and her sudden kindness were starting to terrify me more than my memory loss. She spoke softly. She touched my face gently. She acted like I was made of glass that might shatter if she breathed too hard. It made no sense because the woman I remembered could slice through steel with her tone alone. And the fact that I had not heard my fa

~~Jay~~ I didn’t know what came over me, I only knew that something inside me wanted to remember him, truly remember him. This man who kept looking at me like he had memorized every inch of my existence, this man who touched me with a gentleness that didn’t match his strength, this man my body kept reacting to even though my mind continued to betray me. “Jay, are you sure about this? Because I’ve really taken a big step toward making you feel comfortable around me, and the last thing I want is to ruin the little progress we’ve managed to build,” he said, his voice low and uncertain, the kind of tone a man uses when he desperately wants something but is terrified he might break it. He wasn’t wrong. It was clear he didn’t want to destroy whatever fragile bridge we had managed to form, and I could feel it too, this strange ease around him that shouldn’t exist but did anyway. I felt comfortable around the babies, around him, around this house. My body reacted to the twins with a famili

~~Jay~~ I woke up slowly, the way a person does when the world finally feels quiet after too much noise. For a moment I didn’t know where I was. Then I felt warmth behind me, an arm around my waist, a steady breath on the back of my neck, and everything inside me softened in a way I didn’t understand at first. I turned in his hold and saw Alex sleeping beside me, his lashes resting on his cheeks, his mouth slightly parted, and his hair falling over his forehead like it had been fighting him all night. I don’t know why, but my chest tightened the second I saw him. Something felt familiar. Something felt right. Something felt like home even though my head was still foggy. I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek gently, almost afraid he would vanish if I touched him too much. And as my fingers brushed over his skin, something rushed through me so fast it nearly knocked the breath right out of my lungs. A memory. Then another. And another. It was like someone ripped open a door insi

~~Jay~~If anyone had told me ten years ago that I would birth two beautiful children and end up married to a man, I would have laughed so hard I might have pulled a muscle, or maybe even suggested the person visit a psychologist because clearly something had snapped in their head. Back then, the idea felt impossible, unrealistic, outrageous. But now here I am, sitting in a meeting that feels like it has lasted a full year, tapping my pen and begging time to move faster because all I want is to go home to my husband and our two children.Our son, Jayden, named after me.Our daughter, Alexandria, named after Alex.Yes, we actually named them after ourselves because we are shameless, dramatic, and completely in love with the tiny humans we created. Besides, every time I call their names, it feels like calling pieces of both of us at once. It feels like our family is stitched together in the most ridiculous but perfect way.I kept glancing at the clock, silently begging the universe to d