Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
He looked thinner too, not weak, just stretched thin by stress and responsibility he never asked for.
My chest tightened.
“Hiii,” I said lightly, trying to sound normal, casual, like my heart was not doing backflips.
He did not react.
Not even a glance.
He just kept reading.
I frowned.
“So this is what ignoring me looks like now,” I said, forcing humor into my voice. “Really. Am I that invisible.”
Still nothing.
I stepped closer and reached out, fingers brushing his wrist.
The moment I touched him, he flinched slightly, then froze.
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