Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Jayden)

I can't explain the feeling of holding Henry against my bare chest. It's more than just warmth, more than the soft rise and fall of his tiny body.

It's like every fear, every worry I've had about him since the day he was born melts away.

My protective drive for him is consolidated as I cradle him in the crook of one arm and keep him against me. I love him so much.

We love him so much. Ashlyn would be proud. But then again, Ashlyn didn't want to be his mother.

Ashlyn chose to give up her rights as his parent. That makes me wonder, if we'd stayed married and she'd had the baby and we'd played happy families, how would it have all ended up?

She never wanted motherhood but she would have forced herself to keep me. It brings me back to just how broken Ashlyn was. It was never meant to be with her.

I could never have loved her like I love Winona now.

I know how rejection on that parental level feels. I'm so glad Henry will never feel that. Winona is and always will be his mother, in every way.

I glance over at her sitting beside me, her eyes glued to Henry as her fingers gently stroke his little arm. She smiles softly, and for a moment, everything feels right in the world.

It's amazing how much peace one tiny baby can bring, even with all the chaos. This is the true meaning of

life.

The nurse checks Henry's breathing again, nodding in approval. "He's doing great. His body temperature has been holding steady for thirty minutes."

That news alone is enough to make me so grateful.

Henry is strong. He's a fighter. He's proven that time and time again, and now... now he's about to take another big step forward.

The nurse glances at me, giving me the signal. "It's time to try the bottle feed. You ready?"

I can't help but worry. What if it doesn't go well? What

I try to p

on Henry and keeping my heartbeat and breathing steady for

relaxation and calmness through my body and

Winona's pinky finger. His fingers are so small, so delicate, but there's strength in them. Winona has tears in her eyes but I know she's also trying to generate a calm energy. Not

"It's going to be okay,"

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with the bottle, brushing the small teat against his lips and near his

nothing happens. I focus on staying calm, breathing deep and

mouth opening just enough to latch onto the teat. The nurse encourages him

me to do. But it's hard. Every fiber of my being is on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. "Take a drink, son." Winona starts humming softly beside me, a

straight from God, I know I couldn't have chosen a better

starts to suck. Slowly at first, but then stronger. He's doing it. He's sucking, swallowing, and breathing all at once, and for a moment, I can't believe what

nods. "There you go little man. You got it!"

up with joy. "Jayden, look!

overwhelmed with relief, with pride, with pure, unadulterated love for this little

I whisper, my voice thick

interrupt him, Not easy when all I want to do is dance

closely. "That's perfect. Hey, he's really hungry,

His father's appetite." I

out and write up his chart and

"Okay."

my excitement in check isn't easy. It's impossible not to feel like this is the moment we've been

going to make

hand stays on my arm the entire time. I don't know what I'd

through all of this and seeing her so happy right now fills me with a warmth I can't

whisper to

me, confused. "For

here.