Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 344

344 Mid Flight Worry (Winona)

The hum of the engines is a constant, steady sound, almost like a lullaby. Abby is curled up with her favorite stuffed animal, chatting with Sarah, who's sharing her earbuds and explaining how the game on her tablet works.

Bobby is deep in concentration, lost in some bullding game of his own, while Henry naps peacefully beside me, the soft beeping of his monitor like background music.

I touch his little hand and marvel at how much he's grown.

I do feel peaceful, but something is off with me. There's a tightness in my chest, and every time I shift in my seat, I get hit with another wave of dizziness.

The headache, a dull throb at the base of my skull, persists. I press my fingers to my temples, trying to stave it off. I know I do need the bathroom.

I stand up and my lightheadedness has me gripping the seat to steady myself.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" one of the medical team asks.

I force a smile. "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I think it's the excitement and stress catching up with me. I stood up too quickly."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I'm not hungry. I just need the bathroom."

'She doesn't look convinced, but she nods.

I make my way to the toilet and back out without problem. But I am forcing myself to look and act normal.

As soon as I'm back on the sofa, the nurse is kneeling beside me. "Let's check your blood pressure and heart rate, just to be safe."

needed. Maybe a

everything is fine.

cuff around my arm. The machine whirs, tightening around my bicep, and I focus on my kids

own world, barely blinking as his

you have a headache,

a little.

I

but I'd like you to drink some electrolytes and maybe eat

sound casual, but inside, a tiny

344 Mid Flight Worry

I need is to get sick

kids are depending on me

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possible," she says, handing me a bottle of electrolyte drink. "Stress and exhaustion can do a lot more than people realize. Have you been under more stress than usual

up four kids and flying halfway around the

chuckles lightly, but her face remains serious. "That would definitely do it. But let's rule

of the

symptoms persist I'd suggest a blood test

"No problem."

and

do all

through

like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of me. Pregnancy? No. It's impossible. Abby was a miracle.

life's sick joke to make me now feel like I did when I was pregnant. The dizziness, the fatigue, the headache-all familiar. But I know I'll never know the joy of carrying my own child again. 'Even if I did,

heart is breaking all over again, With Henry being here, I'd thought I was over feeling despair about my situation. I got to have Abby. I'm grateful. Now we have Henry to share. Not mine

just stress and dehydration then," she says, still jotting something down. "Make sure to

my mind is spinning in every direction. I finish the