Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 67

**Chapter 67**

Had everything truly shifted now that we had received the news about the baby’s health? The very thought of it sent a jolt of anxiety rippling through my veins, like a cold wave crashing over me. What if the baby were to fall ill again, a shadow looming over our fragile hope? Would that cause Damien to falter once more in his resolve, leaving us both adrift in uncertainty?

Or, even more terrifying, if he were to find out that carrying this child posed a risk to my own well-being, would he turn against our baby and advocate for termination once again? The mere idea of him considering such a thing twisted my stomach into knots, each thought adding to the weight of my distress.

In light of these unsettling possibilities, it seemed wise to keep certain truths locked away deep within my mind, like precious secrets too dangerous to share. So, when Damien asked about my health, I chose my words with meticulous care. I didn’t exactly lie; I felt perfectly fine at that moment, but lurking just beneath the surface were challenges I preferred to keep hidden. Not disclosing them felt more like a strategic omission rather than a blatant falsehood, a protective measure in a world that felt increasingly precarious.

But then, Damien’s gaze shifted to Dr. Wyatt, his trusted confidante and a key member of his pack. I could feel my heart race as I silently prayed she would read between the lines of my unspoken fears and continue to support me during this tumultuous time.

“Her health is adequate,” Dr. Wyatt finally declared, her voice steady and reassuring after what felt like an eternity of tense silence. “However, I recommend regular visits to ensure everything remains stable.”

Damien’s expression darkened slightly, suspicion flickering in his eyes like a candle caught in a gust of wind. Yet, as Dr. Wyatt continued with unwavering confidence, he seemed to relent, slowly accepting her assessment.

“I suggest at least twice a week,” she advised, her tone brooking no argument, a reminder of her authority in this matter.

Damien nodded in agreement, his voice carrying a weight of responsibility. “Very well. I too wish to monitor the progress of my son or daughter.”

Hearing him articulate that, as if he were already envisioning a future filled with possibilities, ignited a warmth within me that made me want to leap into his arms. But I held myself back, acutely aware of the fragile state of our relationship, the delicate threads that held us together fraying with each passing moment.

Deep down, I believed he would make an exceptional father. There was an undeniable tenderness in him, a capacity for love and compassion that could blossom with the arrival of a child. In my mind, I painted a vivid picture of our life together: him cradling the baby in his arms, sharing laughter over tea parties, or perhaps even tossing balls in the yard, creating memories that would last a lifetime. Maybe it could be a delightful blend of both—a family filled with joy and warmth.

But then reality crashed down around me—he would also be doing those same things with Claire’s child, wouldn’t he? The thought of Claire being there to witness every moment, sharing in the joys that should have been ours, sent a chill through me.

My idyllic fantasy of a perfect life shattered into a million irretrievable fragments, exposing a harsher truth beneath. Even if I returned to Damien to raise our child, Claire and her child would be an inseparable part of that equation. There was no escaping the past and the choices that had already been made.

Damien had been presented with countless opportunities to forge a healthy future for us as a couple and as a family, yet he had consistently chosen the path that led us here, to this moment of uncertainty.

We could never rewind the clock.

As if sensing the shift in my mood, Jake stepped forward, positioning himself at the foot of the medical bed, effectively blocking Damien’s view of me. His protective stance radiated a sense of urgency that resonated with me.

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