Semua Bab Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Bab 21 - Bab 30

~~Jay~~Lena was pacing again. Back and forth across the cramped hospital office, her heels clicking against the linoleum like a metronome for my growing dread. She hadn’t stopped since the nurse told us the doctor would be “just a few minutes.”Her arms were folded tight across her chest, head bent, lips pressed into a line so thin it almost disappeared. She was trying to look composed, but her eyes betrayed her darting to the door every other second like she could will the doctor to appear faster. The way she showed up for me yesterday made me remember when we are younger. Lena always shows up every fucking time I need her, which made me feel like am not alone in this mess.I sat in the stiff leather chair by the desk, hands clasped loosely between my knees. I wanted to tell her to sit, to breathe, to stop wearing a hole in the floor. But my own chest felt too heavy to push the words out.This… this wasn’t one of those moments where you tell someone everything’s going to be fine. Be

~~Lena ~~The moment the door shut behind the doctor, the air in the room felt heavier, like the walls themselves were leaning in, listening. Jay was still sitting there on the examination bed, shoulders rounded, head bowed, like someone had pulled the plug on his entire will to stand. This solution is the only one and that’s exactly what we are going to do because it is more believable.I moved closer, leaning against the counter, arms crossed tight. “Jay… listen to me carefully.”He lifted his head, his eyes glazed and uncertain. “What are we going to do?”I took a slow breath. “We’re going to do what we’ve always done. Survive. But this time, we do it smart.”He gave a hollow laugh. “Smart? I’m pregnant, Lena. I’m a man. There’s nothing smart about this. There’s nothing normal about this.”I stepped forward until I was right in front of him. “That’s why starting now you’re not pregnant anymore.”His brow furrowed. “What?”“I am,” I said flatly. “To the outside world, I’m the one ha

~~Lena~~The moment I told Jay I’m the pregnant one, the decision stopped being a bluff. It became a war strategy.By evening , I had already pulled strings. I called in favors. My trusted OB-GYN someone who owed me more than they could ever repaywas briefed. New medical records were being fabricated under my name, complete with sonograms, appointment logs, and lab results. The files would be impossible to dispute. Anyone who tried to dig would hit a wall thick enough to break their nose.Jay watched me from the couch, his arms folded tight across his middle.“You’re really going all in with this,” he murmured.I met his gaze. “We don’t have the luxury of half-measures, little brother.”His lips pressed into a thin line. “How long do you think we can keep it up?”“As long as we have to.” My voice was firm, leaving no space for doubt. “We control the narrative, we control the timeline. No one gets close enough to question it.”He glanced down at his stomach, his hand drifting over the

~~Alex~~Jay Jay Jay and am fucking tired of that god forsaken name hunting me like he’s a shadow, he got a nice ass and a great fuck but I don’t get while I can get rid of him form my thoughts. I haven’t even had sex for a while all because of him, I need to relief my dick from this torment and after that, I will dig into Jay and Lena. Those Hale siblings are fucking annoying.I got my bike keys and went straight to the garage and drive straight to the club where I met Jay for the first time, I need a release.The bass hit first low, thick, and crawling under my skin. The air inside the club was heavy with cologne, sweat, and the kind of heat that promised sin. A place where nobody asked questions. Where names didn’t matter. Where I could forget.I wasn’t here for a drink. I wasn’t here to talk. I was here to burn off the frustration twisting in my chest before it turned into something I couldn’t control.The bar was my vantage point. Whiskey in hand, I let my gaze sweep the crowd. H

Third person POVThe Hale MansionThe sound of shattering glass echoed through the marble hallways of the Hale estate, followed by the thunderous slam of a porcelain vase against the wall.“Useless! Worthless! Goddamn disgrace!” Chairman Hale’s voice roared like a storm tearing through a brittle structure. His hands, once steady with power and precision, now trembled with fury as another antique sculpture met its end against the wall. He felt like the heaven hated him so much to have made him a father to the most despicable and the most useless child of all time.Servants stood frozen along the edges of the room, Elijah among them with each one trying their best to melt into the wallpaper, to become invisible as their employer’s wrath raged on unchecked. No one dared breathe too loudly. No one dared look him in the eye.The chairman’s face was flushed, lips curled in disgust as he paced the room like a caged beast. Decades of authority rippled off him like heat from a furnace. He felt