The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 649

Tamara held her breath, her eyes wide as she stared at the tiny black shadow on the screen. The tension and awe of a first-time mother were plain to see.

The doctor, accustomed to this reaction, smiled and pointed to the monitor. “Tamara, look. This is the baby’s head, and these are the little hands… The baby is developing very well, and the heartbeat is strong. He’s going to be a very healthy child.”

Tamara’s fingertips trembled, and her eyes grew warm. This was her and Milford’s child. This was the living proof of their connection.

A wave of intense emotion washed over her. She instinctively glanced at Milford, only to see that his expression was still blank. His eyes had rested on the screen for a mere second before looking away. Tamara’s heart sank, her joy instantly plummeting.

Fitch, on the other hand, was beaming, expressing his gratitude to the doctor with a kind, fatherly smile. “Thank you for coming all this way today. We appreciate it. Is everything with the baby normal?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, Mr. Sherwood. The baby’s measurements are all standard, and Tamara’s health has improved greatly. We will come by for a check-up every month from now on. As long as there are no unforeseen issues, she will have a smooth delivery.”

Fitch nodded in satisfaction and turned to Mary. “Mary, Tamara’s excellent recovery is largely thanks to you. Continue preparing nourishing soups for her, just as you have been. I’ll give you a raise after the baby is born.”

Mary bobbed her head, delighted. “Yes, sir.”

Tamara also murmured her thanks. “Thank you, Dad.”

Fitch patted her shoulder affectionately. “Just focus on resting. If you need anything, tell Mary.”

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Back in the examination room, Tamara straightened her clothes and got off the bed, her eyes still drawn to the image on the monitor.

The doctor handed her the printed ultrasound picture. “Tamara, this is the baby’s first photo. You should keep it.”

Tamara took it, her fingertips gently tracing the small, blurry silhouette on the paper, a smile unconsciously forming on her lips.

Seeing this, Fitch said warmly, “Tamara, I’ll have the doctor come check on you every month from now on. I will make sure both you and the baby are safe and healthy.”