All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

🖱️Sammy🖱️ I did not even realize I was smiling until my face started hurting. It was the stupid kind of smile. The kind that sits on your lips without asking permission. The kind that makes people look at you like you have lost your mind. I was standing by the window, staring at absolutely nothing, replaying moments that were not even that dramatic but somehow meant everything to me. “Looking at you smiling like a fool, it is obvious you found your mate, and do not you dare lie to me.” My mama’s voice came from behind me, calm but sharp in that way only she could manage. The kind of voice that already knew the truth and was just waiting for confirmation. I turned around slowly, and the second I saw her standing there with her arms crossed and that knowing look on her face, I gave up. “Mama,” I said, laughing as I walked toward her. “Your son is so in love.” Before she could react, I pulled her into a hug and swung her around the room like I was ten again and not a grown man

🖱️Victor🖱️The smile on my face refused to leave no matter how hard I tried to act normal while getting ready for my exam. I caught my reflection in the mirror and paused because this was not the face of someone who got beaten half to death two days ago. This was not the face of someone who slept with pain stitched into his bones. I looked… fine. Better than fine. I looked rested. Calm. Almost happy.That alone scared the shit out of me.I rolled my shoulders, waiting for the usual sharp reminder in my ribs, the dull ache in my side, the stiffness that normally made breathing feel like work. Nothing came. No pain. No burn. No warning. Just a body that worked like it had never been broken.Fuck.I ran my fingers through my hair and laughed under my breath because if this was what one night of cuddling with a human did to me, then I was completely cooked. Burnt. Finished. I was a powerful vampire prince who survived wars and rituals and blood magic, and somehow one human with soft han

🖱️Sammy🖱️Watching my professor leave my personal study felt like the air finally returned to the room. That exam stressed the life out of me, and the only thing keeping me upright through it was the promise that once it ended I could breathe again. I stayed seated for a moment, staring at the closed door, replaying questions in my head and wondering if I actually answered anything correctly or if I just wrote vibes and hope.My wolf stretched lazily inside me, clearly satisfied, which was unfair because I was still spiraling.I leaned back in my chair and let out a long breath. This study felt small right now. Everything felt small compared to the single thought that kept circling my mind without permission.Jayden.Just thinking his name made my chest feel warm and stupid in the best way. The image of him smiling in the hallway. The way he laughed when he was nervous. The way he held onto me like I was the only thing keeping him steady that night. I wanted to call him. I needed to

🖱️Jayden🖱️“This is all my fault.”I said it for maybe the fifth time in the last ten minutes while pacing our room like a madman. Back and forth. Window to door. Door to bed. Bed to window again. If pacing burned calories, I would have been skinny by now.River sat on the edge of his bed, arms crossed, watching me like I was a documentary he did not sign up for. Jane leaned against the desk, chewing on a pen like it personally offended her.“You did not post the video,” River said calmly, for the third time. “So explain to me again how this is somehow your fault.”“I should have wiped that dragon princess’s head clean,” I snapped. “She is the only one unhinged enough to do something like this.”Jane’s pen paused mid chew.“And how the hell are you so sure she is the one that posted it,” she asked.I stopped pacing and turned to them both.“Because Victor would never do this to me,” I said immediately. “And none of you in here would either.”They exchanged a look.A long one.Then R

🖱️Victor🖱️It feels like Jayden was avoiding me or still wants rejection.That realization hit me harder than any blow my father ever landed on me, and that was saying something because that man almost killed me a week ago.Jayden would not come see me.At first, I told myself he was busy. Exams. Friends. Human things. Then I told myself he needed space because everything blew up too fast. That excuse worked for maybe two days. After that, it started to sound like a lie I kept repeating so I would not have to admit the truth sitting heavy in my chest.He reduced communication.Texts came slower. Replies shorter. Sometimes hours passed before he answered. Sometimes a whole day. When we talked, it felt like he was holding something back. Like he was choosing his words too carefully. Like he was protecting himself from me.And when I asked him to come see me, he did not say yes.He did not say no either.He said he would try.Try hurt more than no.I lay on my bed staring at the ceilin