Semua Bab Mr. President Has A Baby Bump: Bab 41 - Bab 50

~~Alex~~ The jet touched down in New York, the wheels screeching against the tarmac, but my mind was still stuck on the voice that had torn through me hours ago. Jay. The last person I expected to hear, the last voice I thought would ever beg me for anything. And yet, it wasn’t the sound of him that haunted me it was the crack in his voice, the desperation soaked into every word. “Help me, please.” Fuck. That voice of his has been haunting me ever since few hours ago I hear it. I shoved the thought away as I strode through the VIP exit, ignoring the flashing cameras that always seemed to hover. “Ethan,” I said sharply without looking at him, “make sure not a word of this gets to the press. If anyone leaks that I’m back in New York, or Jay Hale is in danger, they’ll be jobless before sunrise.” “Yes, sir,” he answered, already tapping at his phone. The black SUV door opened for me, and I slid inside, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. My phone was already in my hand before t

~~Jay~~The voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade.I twisted toward the doorway, squinting at the figure a woman, tall, dressed in black, eyes glittering like she owned the world.I racked my brain.Nope.Never seen her. Not in person, not in nightmares, not even in those random daydreams I sometimes have when I’m constipated.“Who—” I started, voice cracking.Her smirk widened. The condescending tone she use is annoying as fuck…And then pop… A tall huge man silencer spoke for me.The woman’s body dropped like a sack of potatoes, thudding against the doorframe before sliding to the floor.I stared. “…Okay. Guess introductions aren’t happening.”But the world didn’t give us time to process. Boots thundered in the hall. Shouts rose, sharp and urgent. And then gunfire loud, angry, way too close.Before I could scream, Alex moved.One second I was sitting on the couch clutching my stomach, the next I was airborne his arms locking around me, hauling me against his chest l

~~Jay~~The way Alex just froze there, staring at me like I’d sprouted horns and wings, almost made me laugh too. Almost.But then my brain, in its infinite dramatic wisdom, started running scenarios.First: Alex faints. Just keels over on that fancy rug of his, six-foot-something of muscle and menace taken down by one pregnant belly. I’d have to drag him to the couch, pat his cheeks, whisper, “Wake up, daddy-to-be”. God, the headlines write themselves.Second: he calls the Vatican. Like, literally. Speed-dials the Pope at midnight because clearly this is a miracle baby situation. “Your Holiness, we’ve got a situation. Send holy water and maybe a therapist.”Third and honestly my personal favorite he whips out a DNA test kit like he’s on one of those trashy daytime talk shows. ‘You are NOT the father!’ Except, plot twist, he probably is, and the look on his face would be priceless.I nearly snorted just picturing it. My hands hugged my stomach tighter, partly protective, partly becaus

~~Alex~~“Then tell me,” I snapped, my voice low but edged like a blade, “how in hell is it possible for a man to be pregnant?”The words hung heavy, demanding an answer even I knew he couldn’t give. Because I want to know how the hell this unbelievable analysis is real.Jay’s lips trembled, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. His eyes glossed, the brightness in them breaking into something raw. “I don’t know.” His voice cracked.I sat back, floored. The way he looked at me when he said I don’t know made me feel for him… the great Jay Hale looking this defeated was never something I thought I will ever see in my life.“I don’t fucking know, man!” he burst out, and this time tears slid down his cheeks, hot and angry. “My first time having sex with a man with you and I end up pregnant. Not with one, but two babies.” His hands pressed against his stomach like it was both curse and shield. His voice rose, trembling between fury and despair. “Do you know how crazy that makes me feel? Tha

~~Jay~~Watching him meltdown like this reminded me of me… only less loud, less messy. But still it was me, staring at him like a damn mirror I didn’t ask for.He was taking it pretty well, honestly. At least better than I expected. If it were me on his side, I’d be climbing the walls, probably breaking things, screaming at the ceiling, “Why me?” You know the usual Jay Hale brand of dramatics.But Alex? No. He just looked gutted, like someone had ripped out his soul and left him standing in the ruins. Strong. Silent. Dangerous. The kind of meltdown that doesn’t explode it simmers. And simmering scares the hell out of me.Truth is… I wouldn’t have called him if I had any other choice. If there was even one other person left to turn to, I would’ve swallowed this madness down and suffered alone.But my big sister is nowhere to be seen.If only Lena was here. God, I hope she’s okay.I don’t even know what the hell’s going on with the outside world anymore. Lena logged me off everything my