All Chapters of MY EX IS PREGNANT FOR ME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air felt alive again. Not in the way a storm feels alive, but in the way something conscious might breathe before speaking. The ground shimmered under the faint dawn light, veins of blue light pulsing like arteries beneath the surface.We stood at the edge of the rift—the same place where the light had erupted last night. Smoke still rose in faint ribbons from the ground, twisting into the morning haze. Kira was already scanning the perimeter, her rifle steady, her jaw clenched. Rhea was barking orders to her people, trying to rebuild what was left of her camp.And Lena… she was standing apart, holding our son.He looked peaceful again, his eyelids fluttering as though he were dreaming. His glow had faded to a soft heartbeat beneath his skin, like embers cooling after fire.I watched him for a long time before Rhea’s voice snapped me out of it.“You need to explain this, Adrian,” she said sharply. “Last night half my camp went blind, my sensors are fried, and now the ground is sin

The storm caught us before dawn.The valley behind us had already disappeared into mist, the rift sealed beneath its glass grave. We loaded what was left of Rhea’s transport—half-burned equipment, cracked sensors, a single functional power cell—and pointed the crawler north.Kira took the controls, her face hard and expressionless. Lena sat in the passenger seat, clutching the small shard of glass she’d cut from the crater’s edge—a piece that still glowed faintly, pulsing with our son’s light. I sat behind her, surrounded by the faint hum of old technology and ghosts.For hours, no one spoke.Outside, the wasteland stretched like a scar—fields of twisted steel, ash, and the skeletal remains of towers long swallowed by frost. The air thinned as we climbed toward colder latitudes, the horizon bruised purple with the promise of another storm.I stared through the cracked viewport and wondered how many times I’d stood in a lab, promising Lena the world would be better because of me. Promi

The air changed first.It was subtle at the beginning — like the moment before a lightning strike when everything holds its breath. The golden particles that had been drifting in the tower froze midair, each one pulsing faintly in rhythm with my heart.Then they began to move.Not falling, not floating — assembling.I took a step back, feeling the faint vibration under my boots deepen until it matched the pulse of the console behind me. The lines of code still blinked on the screen —AWAKENING = TRUE— and beneath it, new strings were appearing faster than I could read them.“Adrian?” Lena’s voice trembled. “What’s it doing?”I could barely breathe. “Building something.”Kira raised her rifle, though we all knew it was pointless. “Tell me ‘building’ doesn’t mean what it usually means when machines do it themselves.”“It’s rewriting the field structure,” I said. “The Lattice is coming online.”The tower shuddered as if it heard me. The floor beneath us rippled like liquid glass, patter

The silence after the storm never feels like peace. It feels like a question waiting for an answer.I spend mornings digging through the wreckage of New Vega, breathing dust that smells faintly of metal and ozone. The sun looks different now—too bright, as if someone adjusted the world’s contrast and forgot to turn it back. The others call it “the clean light.” I call it his light.Kira runs supply runs out to the northern grid, salvaging solar rigs from the frozen towers. Lena manages what’s left of the shelter near the river. At night, when the air hums just a little too loud, we pretend we don’t hear the faint chords of data still running beneath the soil.The Lattice is gone, they say.But ghosts don’t die. They cache themselves in memory.---A group of survivors found a field of wheat growing where there should have been nothing but ash. The stalks glowed faintly at dusk. Kira brought me a handful one morning. “It’s photosynthesizing on a different spectrum,” she said,

The road felt endless. Dust lifted in waves behind us, the truck’s engine groaning as if it shared our exhaustion. We’d been driving for nearly ten hours, following coordinates that didn’t exist on any map. The world around us looked hollow — the husk of something that once believed it was alive.Lena sat in the passenger seat, her head against the window, hair whipping in the dry wind sneaking through the cracked glass. She hadn’t said much since dawn. Every now and then she’d glance at me, her eyes flickering with something between fear and belief, but she always looked away before I could speak.Kira rode in the back with the equipment, typing furiously into her pad, running diagnostics on the energy readings. The screens glowed faint blue in the half-light. “The surges are following us,” she called out. “Every hour they grow stronger. Whatever’s left of the Lattice — it’s tracking your pulse, Adrian. Your heart rate matches the signal frequency.”I kept my eyes on the horizon. “Be