Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 345 After everything that had happened over the past few weeks, the day we'd been waiting for for months had finally arrived: embryo transfer day. It was strange how life could weave moments of absolute terror together with hope that felt so pure and bright. The fertility clinic had never felt as welcoming as it did that Tuesday morning. Nate sat beside me in the waiting room, his hand wrapped around mine with that steady, reassuring pressure that always calmed me, while I tried tein in the nerves doing full-on gymnastics in my stomach.

"How are you feeling?" he asked for the tenth time in half an hour, his green eyes full of tender concern. "Nervous, anxious, excited, terrified," I answered honestly. "Basically every possible feeling all at once." When Dr. Whitmore called us into the procedure room, my heart started racing even faster. The space was calm and professional, but there was something special in the air, as if everyone knew they were about to take part in something potentially magical.

"So, how are we feeling about the big day?" the doctor asked as I settled onto the exam table, pulling on the hospital gown that somehow made me feel vulnerable and hopeful at the same time. "Anxious," Nate said, dragging a chair closer to my side. "But ready." "Perfect," Dr. Whitmore said, carefully washing her hands. "Let's quickly go over what will happen today and what you can expect over the next few days." As she prepared the necessary instruments, she explained the process with a soothing patience that made me feel like I was truly in good hands.

"The procedure itself is relatively simple and painless," she said, holding up a thin tube she would use for the transfer. "We'll insert the catheter through the cervix and place the blastocyst directly into the uterus. The whole process takes about ten minutes." "And after that?" I asked, my scientific curiosity tangled up with maternal anxiety. "Then begins the most important waiting period of your lives," she replied with a gentle smile.

hand as I took in every word, trying to memorize the timeline that could change our lives forever. "Twelve to fourteen days after the transfer, we'll have you come in for the official blood test," Dr. Whitmore continued. "It's

for the day fourteen test." Dr. Whitmore's brows

not as precise as our lab test, but it can give you an indication." "But ideally, we should be here for the official test?" I asked. deally, yes. You'd be here on day twelve so we can be absolutely certain

me. Can I drink champagne? Dance? Fly on a plane?" Dr. Whitmore let out a gentle laugh. "Annie, if you are pregnant at that stage, the embryo is still microscopic and well protected by your body. A glass of champagne for the toast won't make a difference. Dancing is perfectly

minutes passed in a blur of medical focus and raw emotion. Nate held my hand the entire time, whispering encouragement while I tried to relax and silently send every positive thought

I was able to sit up on the table, I felt a strange mix of fullness and anxiety. There was no