Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Kabanata 331 - Kabanata 340

🖱️Jayden🖱️“Do I look okay or is this too much.”I asked Jane for the third time while tugging slightly at my shirt, even though I already knew I was not going to change it again. Victor had just left the room so I could get ready, and the silence he left behind made my nerves louder than they needed to be. And minutes later Jane came back inside with River coming in like her tail. Jane looked up from where she was sitting, arms crossed, eyes dragging over me slowly like she was judging me for sport.“Sincerely,” she said, “it’s not too much.”River leaned against the wall, chewing on something that looked suspiciously like gum, his eyes flicking over me with too much interest.“You sound like a girl,” he said.The room went quiet.Jane turned her head slowly.The kind of slow that made you regret every life decision that led you to that moment.“What do you mean,” she asked calmly, but her eyes were sharp now, dangerous, “by he sounds like a girl.”River immediately started pan

🖱️Sammy🖱️“My prince.”The voice came from the other side of the door, careful and unsure, like whoever it was did not want to startle me.That alone made my heart jump.For the past week, the only voice that ever called my name belonged to Mama. So hearing someone else say my title felt strange. Almost unreal.For half a second, I just stood there, staring at the door.That is new.That thought hit me hard enough that I moved before my brain fully caught up. I crossed the room in three long strides and yanked the door open.The servant standing there bowed quickly, eyes low.“You have a guest, my prince.”A guest.The word felt foreign in my mouth.“A guest,” I repeated slowly. “Who.”The servant hesitated, then cleared his throat. “It is the vampire prince, my prince. His Majesty said I should inform you to come attend to your guest.”My chest tightened instantly.Victor.Victor is here to see me.For a second, I just stared at the servant like he had spoken another language. My m

🖱️Victor🖱️What a fool.That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I watched Sammy walk out of his living area with his shoulders squared and his chin lifted like he had just discovered fire.He looked proud.Confident.Determined.And completely unaware he was stepping straight into my trap with his eyes wide open.I leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, watching his retreating back like a chess player watching a piece move exactly where it was meant to go. The door shut behind him softly, and I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding.I do not share.Never have.Never will.That is not insecurity. That is survival. When you grow up in a court where affection is currency and weakness gets you buried, you learn early that anything precious must be protected or destroyed before someone else uses it against you.Jayden is precious.And I do not intend to start sharing now.When Jayden sent me here and asked me to become Sammy’s friend, I already knew one thing f

🖱️Victor🖱️I stayed outside the door like I was just another worried friend waiting for news, hands in my pockets, face calm, heart steady. I had all the patience in the world because I already knew how this would end. Walls cannot hide pain. Rejection has a sound. It leaks through cracks, through silence, through the air itself. I could feel it crawling toward me long before the door opened.When it finally did, Jayden stepped out.His eyes were red. Tears were still spilling, just steady like something inside him had cracked and would not stop leaking. He walked straight into me like he did not even see where he was going and crashed into my chest.“I’m sorry,” he muttered, voice broken, like he was apologizing for existing.I wrapped my arms around him immediately.“Baby, why are you crying,” I asked softly, playing my role perfectly, like I had no idea my plan had just worked better than I imagined.He held onto me tighter, fingers digging into my jacket like I was the only soli

🖱️Jayden🖱️I did not sleep. Not even a little.Sleep straight up refused to touch me, like it saw the mess inside my head and decided it wanted no part of it. So I just lay there all night, flat on my back, staring at the ceiling until my eyes burned and my thoughts started to feel louder than my heartbeat.The roof looked normal. The same ceiling back in our dorm. The room was basically the same only difference was my own side of the dorm was gone. Unlike the dorm room that can access back from the academy, this can only be accessed from the fairy land. A place where adults can walk in whenever they want and check on you and ask questions you do not have the strength to answer.The sun eventually crept in through the curtains, slow and annoying, like it was proud of itself for showing up when I clearly did not ask for a new day.The door opened gently.“Good morning,” Jane said, smiling at me like she had not slept either but was trying anyway. She was kind enough to leave me alone