Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 75: Pregnancy Test (2)

Damon squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice softer now, "do you want to see a doctor? Just to be sure?"

Charlotte swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

"It’s just a check-up," Damon continued. "And no matter what the results say, there’s nothing we have to worry about."

Charlotte hesitated, staring down at their joined hands. The warmth of his touch should have been comforting, yet her heart pounded with unease.

"Damon ..." she started, murmuring "What if the results confirm that I really can’t have children?"

Damon tilted his head, as if the question itself was absurd. "Then we move on with our lives, just like we always planned to."

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupted gently. "You’re my mate and forever will be my mate. Whatever happened to you is my responsibility." He said firmly, "I chose you, Charlotte. I marked you as my mate. That’s the only fact that you have to care about."

Damon took a deep breath, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "We’ll see a doctor, okay? We’ll get answers. But no matter what, you’ll always be my mate."

Charlotte held her breath and for the first time in a long time, she felt something unfamiliar but comforting—hope.

The hope she had buried so deep for so long.

"Okay." Charlotte finally nodded.

Damon smiled, relief flickering in his eyes. "Good. I’ll talk to your director and let them know you’re feeling unwell. I’m taking you to the doctor."

Charlotte hesitated. "Aren’t you busy?"

The filming location wasn’t far from his office, so she assumed he had only dropped by for a moment and would head back soon.

"Sweetheart." Damon exhaled, his tone full of patience. "You’re the only thing that matters right now."

He watched her face, noticing the lingering doubt in her expression. With a small chuckle, he added, "Alright, fine. I actually took an extra day off today. That’s why I’m not at the office. Does that make you feel less guilty now?"

A soft smile appeared on her lips. "That’s enough."

"See? You’re even prettier when you smile like that."

Before she could react, Damon leaned in, stealing a kiss from her lips. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he pressed soft pecks along her cheek and the tip of her nose. His warmth, his touch, it melted away the tension she didn’t even realize she was holding.

And just like that, she felt safe.

Damon wasted no time. Within minutes, he had spoken to the director, convincing them that Charlotte needed the rest of the day off.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Damon’s thumb traced circles on the back of her hand as he drove, occasionally glancing at her as if making sure she was still okay.

"Are you nervous?" he finally asked.

Charlotte let out a shaky breath. "A little."

He squeezed her hand. "You don’t have to be. No matter what the results are, we’ll face them together."

When they arrived at the hospital, Damon didn’t let go of her for even a second. He led her inside, handling the paperwork while she sat in the waiting area, tapping her fingers against her thigh.

It wasn’t long before a nurse called her name.

"Ms. Charlotte Dawson?"

She stood abruptly, feeling a little lightheaded. Damon was at her side in an instant, his hand resting on the small of her back.

"I’m right here," he murmured as they followed the nurse inside.

The obstetrician-gynecologist, Dr. Hensley, greeted them with a warm smile. She was a woman in her early fifties with kind eyes. She seemed to recognize Charlotte’s face but decided to keep her professional.

"What brings you here today, Ms. Dawson?" she asked.

Charlotte hesitated, her fingers twisting in her lap. "I ... I’ve always thought I couldn’t have children, but I recently realized I’m two weeks late." She swallowed. "I know it’s probably nothing, but I just ... I wanted to check."

Dr. Hensley nodded thoughtfully. "It’s always good to listen to your body. We’ll start with a urine test, and if needed, we can run some blood tests and an ultrasound to check for any underlying issues."

Charlotte nodded. "Okay. That’s great."

A few minutes later, Charlotte found herself in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test the nurse had given her.

This was it.

She took a deep breath and did what needed to be done.

Whatever the result, she had nothing to worry about.

She repeated those words over and over in her mind.

Now, all she could do was wait.

While waiting in the OB-GYN clinic, Damon held her hand the entire time, making sure she knew she wasn’t alone in facing whatever result would come.

Her heart pounded harder with every passing second. She had told herself not to expect anything, but now that she was here, nerves twisted in her stomach.

After nearly an hour of waiting, a nurse finally stepped out and called her name. "Ms. Dawson."

Charlotte took a deep breath, squeezing Damon’s hand before standing up. He rose with her and they followed the nurse into the doctor’s office.

"Well, Ms. Dawson," Dr. Hensley began, her tone warm yet professional. "We’ve reviewed your test results." She paused briefly as if to ensure Charlotte was ready to hear what came next.

She didn’t have to expect anything.

She knew the result would be negative anyway.

When Charlotte didn’t say anything, Damon asked, "And?"

Dr. Hensley’s smile softened. "Congratulations. You’re pregnant."

The room seemed to shrink around her. Charlotte blinked, her breath catching in her throat.

"I ... I’m sorry, what?" she stammered, convinced she had misheard.

"You’re pregnant," the doctor repeated gently. "About six weeks along."

Charlotte felt the world tilt. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

"But I’m infertile," said Charlotte.

Dr. Hensley shook her head. "Ms. Dawson, based on the ultrasound results, you’re not infertile. In fact, you have a healthy reproductive system."

Charlotte stared at the doctor, her mind refusing to process the words. For years, she had believed she couldn’t have children.

She turned to Damon, her lips parted in shock. His grip on her hand tightened, his gray eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her to process her feelings.

"But ... I was married for five years and never once got pregnant," she whispered as if saying it aloud would somehow reverse the doctor’s diagnosis. "My ex-husband said it was my fault."

Dr. Hensley’s expression remained gentle. "Infertility isn’t always about the woman, Ms. Dawson. There are many factors, and sometimes, the issue lies with the partner."

The realization hit Charlotte like a tidal wave. Julian. All this time, she had been blamed, had blamed herself when it had never been her fault at all.

Damon suddenly cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. Within seconds, his lips curled into the biggest smile she had ever seen. "Sweetheart," he murmured, "We’re having a baby."

Tears welled in her eyes, and for the first time in what felt like forever, hope bloomed inside her chest.

She finally had a baby of her own.

It wasn’t just a dream. After all this time, she was finally carrying a child, a tiny life growing inside her, filling her with a warmth she had never thought she would experience.