Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

It's been weeks since the implant took place... weeks!

Oh God. The mere thought of it stressed me more than I should be.

The friendly doctor had said it would only take a few days, at most a week before we'd know if the procedure worked or not.

After the first week, I had gone to him, struggling to hold back my tears as I asked if anything might be wrong.

"You need not worry, ma'am," he had said with a compassionate smile. A week is the least. If it takes more than a couple of months, that's when there might be an issue."

I really hoped it wouldn't take months. I prayed that it wouldn't take up to a month but here I was, few days to a month, still waiting and hoping.

The doctor had stressed that I should not stress myself and to get enough rest but how could I do that when I constantly needed to be by my baby's side?

I stayed with Amie day and night. To elude the endless worry that came with the thought that were still waiting to see if the procedure worked, I threw myself into caring for Amie as I should. Dennis, when he sensed my worry and I finally opened up to him, had said, "Be hopeful, love. Be hopeful. I already see a mini version of you and Amie prancing around the house."

I decided to listen to him and believe. I then began to prepare for the new baby but the doubts never ceased to creep in.

I'd read stories of people like me who tried this method but it didn't work for them which led to the death of their loved one.

I would shake my head each time the thought sneaked in and replay Dennis's words in my head.

cause of worry doubled as the hospital and care bills

complained about paying the bills, I knew

his

he had said countless times but I knew he could not just be cool with it. There would be dark thoughts that he

that would mean less or close to no time with Amie. Also, if- when I get pregnant, I would still have to take a maternity leave. I knew that wouldn't sit well with whichever firm I get a job at that I have to take a maternity leave few months

requirements for the withdrawal of my fixed deposits and informed

spent the night

of pain. At some point, she said

rays of sunlight

opportunity

would need to return to the hospital with

I

gaped

Let

to join the line when a man who just stepped in, walked

less is better than

the line move from where I stood at the back. Sometimes, the move was fast

to grumble that I remembered that

head. I made a cereal. I remember placing it right on the kitchen counter before I went to retrieve my card but I forgot all about

stomach from twisting to cruelly, I contemplated leaving the line to get something

when return, I'd have