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."

my gaze to the doctor. For minutes, we listened to him drone on and on about embryos

tiring, especially if the embryos

nodded and Ana muttered

any questions, please, ask," the doctor said as he began to compile the files on

about to say something but she held herself back and pressed her

can ask you know," I

it's not important. I've asked all the important

us to ask about anything that

not hear any of

He led us through a long hallway before taking a sharp left and stopped before a door. We stepped into another office. Everything in there was

I'd be back." Then

to fidget. She would pull her hands out of her pocket, blow into her palms, rub them together then repeat the process all over again before she'd tuck them back in her pockets. She repeatedly tapped her feet

you

remained bent and I almost thought I wouldn't 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

anger dissipate.

to her side and put my arm around her

I patted her

will I do? I can't let Amie continue to live in such pain and

"I can not help it," she

were trembling. She

the tremble. "I'm scared, Aiden," she whispered, "I don't want my baby

I hesitated.

Her voice echoed in my