Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 566

I turned and nestled into his arms, nodding slightly as I looked up at him and muttered, "You're not great at keeping promises... but soon you'll get what you wish for."

His eyes crinkled with amusement. "If I can't make it happen, I'll find a way to make it happen."

"...Creep."

I couldn't help but laugh as I teased him.

He became more serious, gently patting my back with a comforting presence, "Tomorrow, I'll take you for a check-up."

"I was thinking of getting a pregnancy test in a few days first..."

He whispered, "But I can't wait."

I could feel how much Gregory was looking forward to this child, and truth be told, so was I.

The idea of having a child connected by blood with the person I love was thrilling.

If it weren't for all these troubling issues right now...

But since life has handed us this gift, I decided to embrace it.

"Okay."

...

The next morning, the first thing I did after getting up and freshening up was to check on Ramona.

To my surprise, Gregory had already taken Ramona for a walk and returned.

"You're up early?"

I couldn't tell if he was praising me or teasing me for being a heavy sleeper. I shot him a glare, went over to support Ramona, and playfully scolded, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Gregory tidied my hair, which I hadn't managed to comb properly, his voice indulgent, "You were snoring so peacefully; how could I disturb your dreams?"

"You're the one who snores."

I complained to Ramona, "Ramona, he's picking on me. You have to take my side!"

"Hmm?"

Ramona chuckled, pretending to be confused, "Who's picking on you? Greg? It looks more to me like you're the one picking on him."

"Ramona!" I shook Ramona's arm, feigning sadness, "Are you even my real Grandma?"

"Of course, I am."

Ramona pinched my cheek, "Alright, you young lovebirds stop showing off in front of this lonely old lady. Go do what you need to do."

Gregory, sensing my nerves, held my hand tighter.

But I noticed his palms were slightly sweaty, revealing he was just as anxious as I was, even if he was better at hiding it.

"Mr. Ford."

Soon after, the hospital director personally delivered the test results to us.

...

When Mark came to the hospital for a dressing change, the nurse at the desk was a bit surprised.

"Mr. Larson, didn't you just have your dressing changed yesterday? You're not due for another change until tomorrow."

"Sorry."

Mark offered an apologetic smile, explaining, "I accidentally got it wet this morning while showering. I was worried about infection."

"Oh, I see."

The nurse nodded in understanding, "Then follow me, please."

With that, she led Mark into the dressing room.