Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

Finally, it was the day of the transplant. Today, the embryos will be tested and implanted in Ana.

Before today, there have been several trips to the hospital. So many tests and precautions. It was exhausting and if it was not for my daughter, I might have backed out. The tests, thankfully, confirmed that we were both fit to undergo the process.

As I drove to the hospital, I mentally prepared myself for whatever was to come. I prepared myself for the hurt that came with the look Amie always gave to me whenever our eyes clashed - like a stranger that she to be nice to. I prepared myself for the contrasting emotion of anger and warmth that I feel whenever I looked Anna's way.

When I arrived at the hospital, Ana was already there.

"Hey," I said to her as I stepped into the room I'd been ushered into.

When she looked my way, all she managed was a small nervous smile.

She tried to hide the tremor in her voice whenever the doctor asked her a question and she had to respond. She tucked her hands into the pocket of her coat because she kept twiddling with her fingers and she couldn't stop them from trembling.

She tried to hide her nervousness but I could see through it all. All these years and I could still tell whenever she was nervous or sad or happy.

Pathetic, I thought to myself as I moved over to her side.

"You good?"

She glanced away from the doctor and flashed me a tight smile. She nodded, "I'm fine, thank you." Then she added, "Sorry for the trouble."

She had been saying that since I agreed to do this.

"Nah, it's okay. I want to do this."

"Thanks."

on about embryos and the signs that would indicate that the one that's the best match for Amie and so much

as this process can be mentally tiring, especially if the embryos don't match. You'll need to remain calm until we get the best

Ana muttered a

have any questions, please, ask," the doctor said as he began to

to say something but she held herself back and

know,"

looking my way. "Nah, it's not important. I've asked all the

the doctor had greeted us with a smile and told us to ask about anything that we didn't fully understand before he'd go over the process

he did not hear any

a door. We stepped into another office.

back." Then

hands out of her pocket, blow into her palms, rub them together then repeat the process all over again before she'd tuck them

are you

get a response opened my mouth to repeat my question when she raised her head and turned to me. Her eyes were tear-filled and I felt all

anger dissipate.

moved closer to her side and put my

okay," I patted her

what if non of the embryos matches? What will I do? I can't

can not

were trembling. She

scared, Aiden," she whispered, "I don't want my baby

I hesitated.

Her voice