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.

When he does, his voice is

static hums through the room, filling the

hard, my voice shaky as I ask, "Why can't I hear it? Is it supposed to take this long? It feels like it's

Harris frowns, her attention locked on the screen. "Let's try tilting your

manage that," I say,

Jayden helps me shift.

around quickly, making it hard to

it is," I say,

my breath. The static fills the air again, an unbearable sound. My throat is tight, and glance at Jayden, searching

any sign of reassurance.

meets my eyes, his expression steady. "It's okay," he says softly. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it. You,

hesitate. "Even then. We've always known this was a risk.

my eyes,

to believe that I'll be okay, that we'll be okay, no matter what happens. But I'm not sure how I'll handle

we lose this baby.

and deliberate. The screen flickers, shapes shifting in shades of gray that mean nothing to me. Then I hear it-a faint blip. My eyes snap

I ask, my voice

the probe. "Could be something. Let me check

forward, his body tense. "Something? What does that mean? Was that

Harris says, her tone careful. "It could also be interference from your own pulse. Let me adjust one

My heart sinks,

creeping into my voice. "What

firmly. "We'll try again tomorrow, after you've