Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

493 Heartbeats

(Winona)

The gel is cold, but I don't care. I need this done. Dr. Harris adjusts the probe on my stomach, her face neutral as she stares at the monitor.

Jayden sits beside me, his hand gripping mine. Lisa is standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed, her eyes flicking between me and the screen. Cass perches on the bedside out of the way. I'm grateful for their support.

"Let's see," Dr. Harris says. Her tone is calm, but it doesn't ease the storm raging inside me.

My breath comes in shallow bursts, and I glance at Jayden. He hasn't let go of my hand since they rolled the machine in. He looks focused, his eyes glued to the screen.

Lisa breaks the silence first. "Should it take this long?" Her voice is sharp, her worry evident.

Dr. Harris keeps her tone steady. "Sometimes the baby's position makes it harder to pick up a signal. Let's not assume anything yet."

""Easier said than done," Cass says.

I can't help but agree. My mouth is dry. "Doctor, should I be worried?"

Dr. Harris meets my eyes briefly. "Try not to stress, Winona. The baby's position or the placenta could be blocking the signal. It doesn't mean anything conclusive." "Or..." My voice cracks, and I hate how fragile I sound.

Jayden squeezes my hand firmly. "Don't go there yet," he says, his voice low and steady.

"You're not scared?" I whisper, my eyes searching his face.

away. When he does, his voice is barely above a whisper. "Terrified.

through the room, filling the

as I ask, "Why can't I hear it? Is it supposed to take this

"Let's try tilting

that," I say, my

Jayden helps me shift.

quickly, making it hard

it is," I say, forcing

harder against my stomach, and I hold my breath. The static fills the air again, an unbearable sound. My throat is tight, and glance at

any sign of reassurance.

his expression steady. "It's okay," he says softly. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it. You, me, the kids. We're a team." "Even if there's no baby?" I whisper,

this was a

eyes, swallowing

be okay, that we'll be

we lose this baby.

her movements slow and deliberate. The screen flickers, shapes shifting in shades of gray that mean

I ask, my

Harris frowns slightly, moving the probe. "Could be something. Let

body tense. "Something? What does that mean? Was that the

be interference from

static. My heart sinks, and I feel

creeping

Dr. Harris replies firmly. "We'll try again tomorrow, after you've had