All Chapters of MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The elevator shaft stretched upward like a metal throat swallowing the light. Every sound echoed—the hiss of steam, the distant hum of the city far above.Adrian went first, hoisting himself up the rusted ladder, his free hand gripping a flashlight. Lena followed with the baby held tightly against her chest, the faint glow beneath his skin lighting their path.“He’s not cold,” she whispered, glancing down at the small, peaceful face. “How is that possible?”Adrian didn’t look back. “His body regulates itself. Hybrid metabolism. That’s how Erevos designed him to survive.”She swallowed hard. “You talk about him like he’s not a baby.”He hesitated mid-step, guilt flickering in his voice. “He is. But he’s also something more. Something they’ll never stop hunting.”They reached a ledge halfway up the shaft where a broken service door hung ajar. Adrian pried it open and helped her through into a dark maintenance corridor. Dust swirled in their flashlight beams, and the air smelled of rust

Silence fell over the ruins of the Spire.Smoke curled upward in slow ribbons, swallowed by the pale light of dawn. Adrian pushed aside the debris, coughing through dust and ash, searching desperately. “Lena!”Her voice came faintly. “Here—Adrian, I’m here!”He scrambled toward the sound and found her half-buried under a fallen beam, the child clutched protectively to her chest. She was bleeding but alive. The baby’s faint glow pulsed steadily, as if protecting her.Adrian tore the beam away and pulled her free. “Stay with me.”“I’m fine,” she lied, trying to sit up. “Is it over?”He glanced toward the blackened Core chamber, now nothing but molten glass. “The Spire’s gone. Erevos… maybe with it.”“Maybe,” she whispered. “But something tells me this isn’t the end.”Adrian pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in the smoky air. “Then we fight what comes next—together.”The baby stirred between them, a faint hum filling the silence.---By the time they reached the city o

The forest stretched for miles, a tangle of iron and roots reclaiming the bones of the old world. Rusted vehicles lay half-buried beneath moss, their windows shattered, vines curling through what had once been highways. The air carried the clean scent of rain mixed with metal and smoke.Adrian walked ahead, weapon drawn, eyes scanning every ridge. Kira followed, silent and precise, while Lena carried the sleeping child against her chest. His faint blue glow dimmed and brightened with each breath, casting ghost-light on her face.“Almost there,” Kira murmured. “The outpost is built into an old hydro station. You won’t see it until we’re on top of it.”Adrian’s instincts remained taut. “And they’ll let us in?”“If they don’t shoot first,” she said flatly.Lena managed a weak smile. “Comforting.”They moved through the trees until the forest gave way to a ravine. Far below, the remains of a dam cut across the water like a scar. The structure’s heart glowed faintly—a remnant of long-dead

The tunnels trembled long after the Archive went silent. Water dripped steadily from cracked concrete, each drop echoing like a metronome for the world’s end.Adrian wiped grime from his face and listened. No more humming servers, no more data-light. Just the pulse of the place and the soft, even breaths of the child asleep in Lena’s arms.Kira stood guard near the entrance, eyes scanning the dim corridor. “Whatever that awakening was, it reached far. Every band on my scanner just died.”“Or got replaced,” Adrian murmured. He knelt beside a half-functional console, coaxing a spark from its broken screen. Lines of code appeared—fragmented transmissions looping on repeat. we are awake / we are coming / we remember.Lena shivered. “They’re speaking.”“Not to us,” he said quietly. “To him.”The baby stirred, blue light flickering under his skin like lightning trapped beneath thin ice. Lena pressed him closer, whispering, “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay.”Adrian’s jaw tightene

The world grew colder as they traveled north.Each day the horizon seemed to withdraw, painted in hues of iron and ash. The air carried the metallic scent of storms that never quite broke, as if the sky itself was waiting for permission to fall.Adrian, Lena, Kira, and the child moved through the skeletal remains of the northern industrial zone—a labyrinth of rusted refineries and wind-torn towers that once harvested solar currents. Every echo here sounded mechanical. Every shadow looked alive.The coordinates Mira had etched into the boy’s pulse led them deeper into the wasteland. At night, the sky above shimmered faintly with auroras—electric curtains that whispered when the wind passed through them.“Radiation?” Kira asked one night, crouched beside the campfire.“Not exactly,” Adrian murmured. “It’s residual code. The Vault’s systems must still be active underground. They’re leaking signals into the ionosphere.”Lena drew the child closer. “It’s reacting to him,” she said quietly.