Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Zendaya’s POV

When Aurora left the house I decided to follow her advice and do what a mother would do.

I decided to love them unconditionally and follow my guts. But I did not know how to go about that.

I caught something in the corner of my eye. It was a toy from one of the boys. I decided to bring out their toys so they could play with them when they come back from school.

I scattered it around the living room and patiently waited for them to show up.

When they did, they looked confused as they looked around to see their toys on the ground.

“What is going on?” Layla smiled.

“I want to play with my children. It’s nothing new now is it?” I laughed as they beamed with pride before running to change before running back downstairs to play with the toys.

I enjoyed playing with them even when I didn’t know what I was doing with them.

Somehow, my body knew. Like how I was able to build a Lego castle with them and they had been able to add more things to my castle.

I even played a video game with them beating them all due to my reflexive powers.

This body knew what to do, all I needed to do since was give in to it and talk to them. I only needed to be their mother and not their teacher. They were my children. They were important to me. That was all that mattered.

When one of them fell down. I immediately jumped into action to help him up. Taking care of his wounds was not easy but I did it. I also noticed I was very protective of them as well.

Being a mother was not as difficult as I had thought it would be. Somehow it was even easier, I was the one who had made it look difficult.

By the time I was done with them it was late and I took them to shower and sleep.

I watched them sleep and smiled through my time cleaning up the mess I had created.

Asher had not come back from work even when it was late but he was the president so I don’t need to worry. He was the most protected person on the planet.

I headed to sleep with a smile on my face. My sister was right. This was not a problem. All I needed to do was let it come naturally. It flowed without a hitch. I was playing with them and teaching them things I didn’t even know.

When I was done bathing and changing into my night wear, I closed my eyes and fell asleep thanking god for a successful day.

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Asher’s POV

I got home late to see everywhere clean and empty. It was almost deserted.

I rushed to the children’s room to see them sleeping before heaving a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I heard screams from a room. It was Zendaya.

I ran up the stairs and into her room to see her screaming while fighting an invisible monster.

I rushed to the bed and shook her violently to wake her up.

It took a few seconds but she finally awoke and stared at me with fear in her eyes but at least she was awake.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she panted, holding her chest in fear.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Zen,” I called as she stared at me in fear. She was scared of something. There was something wrong.

“I had a dream,” she sighed. I got out of bed, running out of the room to the kitchen to get her water. When I had done that I ran back into the room to give it to her only to find her pacing around.

“Here,” I said, giving her a glass of water. She drank it all down before dropping the cup on a table.

“I had a dream,” she repeated. “In the dream I was being kidnapped by three men in masks and thrown inside a bus.”

That was what I had seen in the video footage at the hospital. Could it be that her memories and dreams were intertwining? Or was her memory coming back?

“Do you remember anything else?” I asked.

“I only remember them drugging me and that was it. I woke up to see you.”

That was it, I was calling the doctor.

I ran out and picked up the phone.

“Mr President,” his voice came over the phone.

“She’s beginning to remember things. I need you over here immediately.”

The man dropped the call and within minutes he was running up the stairs with me. He had his suitcase which I was sure contained his equipment but we entered the room and he started doing some tests on her.

He asked her a few questions which she answered and this had him shaking his head.

“Alright,” he gave her some pills with prescriptions before taking me out of the room.

“You seem sad,” I said to him. “What is it?”

“She’s still the same way as she was in the hospital,” he said. “Her brain waves are still the same. She hasn’t changed. Maybe what she is seeing is her brain mixing her thoughts as dreams and she is seeing her memories in her dreams.”

“So is that a good thing?” I had to know. Maybe we could get her out of this stupid simulation she was living in. Maybe she can be helped.

“I don’t know. In all my years, this is the first time this has happened.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know. All I can say is to wait and see how this goes. She is a strong woman. She survived being shot, she can survive this setback.”

I could not argue about that.

I nodded as I led him to the door, turning back to see her at the balcony.

“You can’t sleep?” I asked as she nodded before I joined her there and took her into her room.