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.

doesn't answer right away. When he does, his voice is barely above a whisper.

probe again, tilting it slightly. The static hums through the room, filling the silence like an unwelcome guest. I strain to hear anything-anything at all.

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

attention locked on the screen. "Let's try tilting your pelvis slightly to

that," I say, my voice

Jayden helps me shift.

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

it is," I say, forcing a weak

stomach, and I hold my breath. The static fills the air again, an unbearable

any sign of reassurance.

"Whatever happens, we'll get through it. You, me, the

was a risk. But we've also always known

close my eyes,

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

we lose this baby.

deliberate. The screen flickers, shapes shifting in shades of gray that mean nothing to

I ask, my voice

moving the probe.

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

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

blip fades, replaced by static. My heart sinks, and I feel

panic creeping into my voice. "What does

replies firmly. "We'll try again tomorrow, after you've had a chance to