Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
He was on his bed, scrolling through his phone, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who’d just had his day invaded.
“Close the door,” I said, stepping inside.
He glanced up lazily. “What’s with the face? You look like someone told you your wedding got canceled.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” I shot back, sinking onto the edge of his bed. “I need to ask you something.”
He set his phone aside, finally giving me his full attention.
“You’re a man,” I started, leaning forward. “You can tell when a guy’s into a girl, right?”
His brows lifted, amused. “Usually, yeah. Why?”
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