All Chapters of Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

🖱️Sammy🖱️The last thing I remember is fire. Not the normal kind or flames you can see or touch. This was inside me. Everywhere at once. Like my bones were on fire. Like my blood was boiling and screaming and trying to escape my body. The pain from rejecting my mate did not feel like heartbreak. It felt like punishment which I obviously deserved.Then everything went black.When I finally come back to myself, the first thing I notice is how quiet everything feels. Too quiet. My chest rises and falls slowly, like my body is moving without asking me for permission. My limbs feel heavy. Weak. Like I ran for days without stopping.I try to reach inward.That instinctive pull I have done my whole life.Are you there.I call out internally, not with words but with that familiar mental reach I have used since the first day my wolf answered me back.Nothing answers.Panic flares immediately.No growl or his presence. No warmth in my chest. No sharp awareness humming under my skin.Just sile

🖱️Jayden🖱️Looking at my little baby in my arms, I could not help the smile that slowly took over my face.It was the kind of smile that sneaks up on you without asking permission. The kind that feels warm and soft and real. He was so small it almost scared me. His head fit perfectly under my chin, his tiny body curled against my chest like he already knew this was a safe place. His fingers were wrapped around my shirt, holding on with surprising strength, like he had made up his mind that I belonged to him now. He was surprisingly strong for a newborn.He breathed softly, slow and steady, completely unaware of how chaotic the world could be. Completely unaware of destiny, bonds, kingdoms, and all the nonsense people liked to dress up as something holy.I stared at his face, at the way his nose scrunched slightly when he breathed, and my chest felt light in a way it had not felt in a long time.Grandma Hale leaned closer, her eyes shining the way they always do whenever there is a b

🖱️Victor🖱️“Did you just start a fire out of thin air.”My father’s voice cuts through the smoke like a blade. Low. Disbelieving. Afraid, even though he would never admit it.I do not answer him. I am still staring at my hand.The same hand that touched him.The same hand that burned him.The same hand that feels completely normal.His wrist is already healing. I can see it happening in real time. The burns pulling back. Skin knitting itself together like nothing happened. Like he was not screaming on the floor a few seconds ago.But his eyes have changed.He is staring at his hand now. Turning it slowly. Flexing his fingers.Then he looks at me.At my hand.At the exact spot where I grabbed him.Before I can even open my mouth to deny it or explain or lie, the air shifts.Heat blooms against my palm.I watch in disbelief as flames crawl back to life around my fingers, brighter this time, more confident. They lick the air like they know exactly what they are doing.My father takes a

🖱️Jayden🖱️“I want to homeschool for the next semester.”The words fall out of my mouth calmly, like I am asking for extra rice or saying I will be late for dinner. But the reaction they get is immediate and dramatic, because of course it is.Papa’s spoon freezes halfway to his mouth. Dada’s spoon actually drops back into his bowl with a soft clink. Alexandra stops chewing and turns to stare at me like I just announced I was moving to Mars.Silence spreads across the table, thick and heavy.Papa slowly lowers his spoon and looks at me over his glasses. “Keep talking,” he says evenly. “You cannot drop a bomb in this house and then go quiet like nothing happened.”Alexandra squints at me. The look on her face clearly says why and also what nonsense is this now.I swallow and straighten in my seat. I knew this would not be easy. I just did not expect it to feel like standing in front of a firing squad at breakfast.“I want to help out,” I say. “With the babies.”That earns me another p

🖱️Victor🖱️I turn the page with care, like the paper might scream if I am too rough with it.The ink is darker here. More intentional. Like whoever wrote this knew exactly who they were speaking to.I don’t know if you will be the first to open this diary, my son. I don’t know if you will ever find it. But if you do, then know this. The secret to the foundation of your powers is within you. Unlock it, and the empty pages shall be filled for you to read.I stare at the words for a long time.Read them again.And again.“What does that even mean,” I mutter under my breath.Within me.Unlock it.Empty pages.I flip to the next page.Blank.The one after that.Blank.I start flipping faster now. Page after page after page, all clean, untouched, mocking me with their silence. No hidden ink. No symbols. No diagrams. Nothing.Just white paper.My grip tightens on the book until my knuckles ache.“So you dragged me all the way here for this,” I snap, anger rising fast and hot. “A riddle.”I