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."

doctor. For minutes, we listened to him drone on and on about embryos and the signs that would indicate that the one that's the best match for Amie and so much more

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

and Ana

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

like she was about to say something but she held herself

you know,"

it's not important. I've asked all

ask about anything that we didn't fully understand before he'd go over the process

did not hear any

left and stopped before a door. We stepped into another

back." Then

them together then repeat the process all over again before she'd tuck them back in her pockets. She repeatedly tapped her feet on the

you sure you're

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

anger dissipate.

side and put my arm

I patted

What will I do? I can't let Amie

a deep sigh. "I can not help it," she stared down

were trembling. She

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

I hesitated.

voice echoed in my