บททั้งหมดของ Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

🖱️Jayden🖱️ I was literally two steps from the door when my brain finally caught up with my body. And I froze. Because I did not come here just to confess my chaotic love life and emotionally destabilize my parents. I came here for Alexandra. I turned back. “Uncle James,” I called. He was already halfway through reviewing something on the monitor beside Alexandra’s bed. He looked up at me immediately, doctor mode still on, uncle mode slightly paused. “Yes?” Dada’s attention snapped back to me like a switch flipped. I swallowed. “Can you check Alexandra’s body for any strange substance?” I asked. Uncle James frowned slightly. “Strange substance in what sense?” “In any sense,” I said. “Like… anything that doesn’t belong there.” He turned fully toward me now. “Jayden, we ran full panels. Blood work. Toxicology. Internal scans. There’s nothing foreign in her system.” My jaw tightened. “Are you sure?” I pressed. “Yes,” he replied firmly. “There’s no chemical contamination.

🖱️Jayden🖱️God, I am so tired of this day.If my life was a book, I swear the author would drag this single day into fifteen chapters minimum. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. Plot twist every five pages. Emotional damage sprinkled in for flavor. Zero rest. Zero peace. Just vibes and chaos.It started with Sammy wanting marriage with me, then the attack. Then Claiming shit. Then wolfbane. Then my parents almost combusting in the medical wing. Then Sammy needing clearance to see his father. And now we are here, back in the hospital wing, watching my twin sister lie still while a fairy scans her aura and my uncle James looks like he is five seconds away from calling security.I leaned against the wall, arms folded, trying not to look as exhausted as I felt.Jane stood beside Alexandra’s bed, eyes closed, hands hovering slightly above her chest. There was this faint shimmer around her fingers, like heat waves rising off asphalt on a sunny day. It was subtle, but it was there.Uncle James

🖱️Victor🖱️One minute I was in the guest room at Jayden’s house, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling like sleep would magically fix my life. The next minute the air shifted.Not slowly. It just snapped. The walls disappeared. The bed vanished. The soft lamp light dissolved like smoke. And suddenly I was standing somewhere else.I didn’t even feel myself move. It was like reality picked me up and dropped me into another scene without asking for permission.At first all I heard was crying. Not one person. A group.Heavy crying. The kind that makes your chest hurt just listening to it. The kind that sounds like something permanent just happened.My heart started beating faster before I even understood why.I began walking toward the sound. I didn’t know where I was, but my body knew where to go. Every step I took made the crying louder. More desperate and broken.The closer I got, the tighter my chest felt. Something was wrong. Very wrong.Then I saw a group of people gathered

🖱️Sammy🖱️Lucky bastard.I didn’t say it out loud. I’m not that messy. But I definitely muttered it under my breath as I watched Jayden wrap his arms around Victor like the world almost ended.Because apparently it did. At least in Victor’s head. Two days.This blood sucking dramatic prince slept for two whole days like a decorative corpse and we all had to stand around monitoring his breathing like he was some ancient artifact that might crack if we blink too hard.And now he wakes up and immediately gets a hug.Must be nice.I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, pretending I wasn’t watching too closely. But I was watching. I saw the way Victor held Jayden like he thought someone might snatch him away. I saw the way Jayden didn’t even hesitate to hug him back.Yeah.Lucky bastard.Because if I had slept for forty eight hours straight, Jayden would have poured the bucket on me himself and told me to get up and stop being dramatic.I narrowed my eyes slightly at Victor.I bet

🖱️Jayden🖱️I stood in the hallway longer than I should have.The house felt warm. It smelled like home. Like the meals Papa insists on cooking even when no one is hungry. Like the candles Dada lights at night because he says it keeps the energy calm.Home is supposed to be safe.But I brought danger into it.And that truth has been sitting on my chest for days.I want to stay here so bad. I want to pretend I’m just a normal son who can sit on the couch and argue about nothing and steal food from the kitchen at midnight.But I can’t.Because ever since all this started, this house stopped being just a house. It became a target.Alexandra almost paid for it.And I can’t risk my parents being next.Even if they don’t want me to leave, even if they swear they’re not afraid, leaving is the best thing I can do for them right now.I forced myself to move and walked toward the babies’ room. That’s where they always are when things feel heavy. The twins calm them down. Or maybe they calm the