Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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(Winona)

A few hours later, Dr. Green pops in. The doctor's face is calm, but she does look serious. Jayden and | stand on

either side of our son, our hands still resting dently on his tiny form.

The reality of what we're facing is beginning to set in.

"Congratulations on the birth of your son," Dr. Harris says, her voice soft but serious. "He's stable, but we need

to be realistic about the challenges ahead."

"What kind of challenges?" Jayden asks.

"He's going to need tube feeding for a while," Dr. Harris explains, her eyes meeting mine with a steadiness that |

appreciate. "He's very premature, and his organs are still developing. The next few weeks will be critical in

determining his long-term health." Jayden nods, he's absorbing every word, every piece of information. "Will he

be...? | mean, will he have any ongoing disability?"

"There's always a chance of health complications in the long term," Dr. Harris continues. "We'll be monitoring

him closely."

| swallow hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. "What about his heart?" | ask, my voice barely above a

whisper. Because the genetic heart problem Abby has might well affect the baby too.

Dr. Harris hesitates, then nods. "Dr. Green, the pediatric cardiologist, will be monitoring him as well. He already

knows your daughter's condition and the genetic implications. He'll be here shortly to discuss it with you."

"Oh, thank goodness. Dr. Green has done wonders for Abby."

"Of course, you understand, any surgery would be almost impossible on a baby this size. But these conditions

often don't present till later in life."

Jayden squeezes my hand. "Thanks for the information. It helps hearing the truth."

Just then, Dr. Green walks in, his familiar presence bringing a mix of comfort and dread. He's been with us since

Abby's first surgery, and there's no one | trust more with our children's health. But that doesn't make this any

easier. "Jayden, Winona," Dr. Green greets us with a nod. "Congratulations on the birth of your son."

"Thank you," Jayden replies, his voice steady. "I'm pleased you're involved with his care."

Dr. Green nods, his expression serious. "Given the family history, there's a possibility that your son may have the

sgenetic heart defect as Abby." "Understood," Jayden says.

"We'll be monitoring him closely. The good news is that we're aware of the possibility from the start, so we can

be proactive in his care."

"Thanks, Dr. Green," Jayden says, his voice filled with determination. "He's a fighter. He's already shown

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us that."

Dr. Green nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "He is And he has a good chance. But we need to be prepared

for a long journey ahead."

| nod, trying to steady my breathing. | want to shout my happiness that the baby is okay from the rooftops, but |

have to temper that feeling with a horrible possibility he still might not make it.

As Dr. Green leaves, Jayden turns to me, "we need to give him a namo," he says, his voice gentle but sure.

| smile, a small, weary smile, but one filled with love. "Yes, we do. Do you have any ideas?"

"I want us to choose it together," he says, his fingers resting on our son's tiny chest. "This is our family, our

future. Let's make it a nthat means something positive and good."

"In that case it won't be Greg or Gus."

Jayden smiles at my dark humor. "Or Steve."

"lI guess we have a start on what not to nhim."

I look down at our son, so small, so fragile, but fighting to stay with us. This is our child, our miracle, and he

deserves a nthat reflects the love and strength that brought him into this world.

"What was Ashlyn's father's name? | didn't know him for long, but | remember him as a nice man. Happy, funny,

and he loved her so much. Took her fishing and camping. She changed a lot after he passed away. So did her

mother."

"Oh, hey, you might be onto something. He was very down-to-earth | remember. He used to cto Mother's

dinner parties. Actually, he did a great job of not being anything like that crowd."

'l can see Jayden's mind working overtime. "It was an old-fashioned name."

"I can't for the life ofremember." My mind is blank, "I can see him in my mind and I'll know it if you say

it."

"Wait... it's on the tip of my tongue." Jayden says excitedly. "Henry! That's it. Henry."

He smiles atand then focuses back on the baby.

"Henry Brennan. That has a nice ring to it," | say.

"It does."

"What about a middle name?" | ask.

"I don't have one. Do we need one?"

| shrug. "It's up to you. | can live without it."

"Same. Less fuss."

"Okay then. Welcto the world, Henry Brennan." | say with pride. "You are very loved:"

"I think Ashlyn will appreciate his name.

"She sure will. | know that the hard part is yet to come, Jayden. | guess you'll need to go see her mom and speak

to her about what happens next."

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He nods. "I've organized a ride from the airport for her in two hours. If | can drag myself from the grip of Henry,

I'll meet her and take her to the Brennan Wing unit."

"I can wait here while you do that, if you like."

"Okay, but then I'd like Abby to visit him if they let her. | think she'll really help to get him through."

"But if anything happens, she'll be broken hearted again." My protective instincts flare up.

"You're right. Let's leave the meet and greet until we are more sure. | know she'll have questions about where he

cfrom."

"That's true. For now we'll take turns together if we need to leave. And the staff are trained to help out too."

"| can stay over with him."

"You can, but you need to rest as well, and see Abby."

"| guess tmanagement is going to get tricky."

"Abby is at school during the day, so maybe you drop her off and chere. I'll pick her up. Then you Come

hfor dinner and bedtfor her. The weekend we'll sort when it gets here." ""Perfect. We make a great

team."

"A team now increased by one." | smile and touch Henry's tiny leg..

"Henry." Jayden says.

"Henry Brennan. Welcto this crazy world, Son."