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.

does, his voice is barely above

probe again, tilting it slightly. The static hums through the room, filling the silence like an

ask, "Why can't I hear it? Is it supposed

Harris frowns, her attention locked on the screen. "Let's try tilting your pelvis slightly to the side. Is

that," I say,

Jayden helps me shift.

the probe again. "Or they move around quickly, making it hard to pin them down." "Maybe we've

it is," I say, forcing

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

any sign of reassurance.

get through it. You, me, the

a

eyes,

we'll be okay, no matter what happens. But I'm

we lose this baby.

adjusts the probe again, her movements slow and deliberate. The screen flickers, shapes shifting in shades of gray that mean nothing to me. Then I hear it-a faint blip.

that?" I ask,

moving the probe. "Could be something. Let

"Something? What does

be interference

My heart sinks, and I feel

ask, panic creeping into my voice. "What

try again tomorrow, after you've had a chance to rest