Chapter 326 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

“Umm, is there a paper gown I can put on?” she asks.

“There’s no need for that,” Waylen says, adding in a whisper, “I’ve already seen it all.”

Leilani feels her face go hot, but she hitched her skirt up. She pulls it up over her thighs and then over her stomach, grateful she’s wearing a modest pair of black silk underwear. She sees Waylen glance down at her thighs, but he quickly looks back at the slight bump of her stomach.

“We’re going to do an ultrasound,” the doctor explains. “I’m going to put some gel on your stomach first—it might feel a bit cold.”

The doctor grabs a tube and squirts a clear gel onto Leilani’s stomach, and Leilani shivers. Goosebumps pricked her arms and legs. Waylen squeezes her hand and glares at the doctor.

“Can’t you warm it first?” he asks the doctor.

“It’s fine,” Leilani says. “It’s just a little cold, but I’m fine now.”

The doctor puts the wand on Leilani’s stomach and moves it side to side. A blurry black and white image appears on the screen. Leilani squints at it, trying to understand which part of the baby is.

“Is this your first ultrasound?” the doctor asks.

“No, it’s the second,” Leilani answers. “I had the first one about a month ago.”

The doctor nods and says, “That’s very early into the pregnancy. At that time, the doctor couldn’t tell if the baby was a boy or a girl, but we can tell you now. Do you want to know?”

Leilani turns her head to look at Waylen, but he’s staring at the screen. He seems transfixed—he doesn’t even blink. She clears her throat, and he looks down at her.

“Do you want to know?” he asks her.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Do you?”

Waylen thinks for a moment and says, “I do, but if you don’t want to know, we can wait.”

“I didn’t say I don’t want to know,” she says. “I’m just nervous. Would you prefer a boy or a girl?”

“I love both,” he says.

“I think I want a girl,” she says.

Waylen smiles and says, “Then I hope it’s a girl.”

He takes her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. She squeezes his hand back and nods at the doctor.

“Your husband is a thoughtful man,” the doctor says. “You two are a beautiful couple—this baby is very lucky.”

Leilani blushes and looks away. What would the doctor think if she knew they were divorced? Would she still be so nice? Probably not.

“Anyway, it’s pretty easy to see the baby now,” the doctor says, pointing at the black and white image on the screen. “Here’s the head, and here are the arms and legs.”

Leilani looks at the screen, and her eyes fill with tears again. The baby has spindly little legs and arms and stubby fingers. Its head is huge—way too big for its body, but she knows that’s normal. It’s absolutely beautiful, Leilani thinks.

“What’s the matter?” Waylen asks, his forehead creased with worry.

“Nothing,” Leilani says. “It’s just gotten so big, so quickly.”

“That’s right,” the doctor says. “From now on, it’s going to grow very quickly. Each ultrasound examination will be really surprising, and soon you’ll have a much bigger baby bump. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s still so small.”

Leilani wants to hug her belly, but it’s still covered in ultrasound gel. The doctor moves the wand from side to side, recording the baby from all angles. Leilani stares at the screen—it seems impossible that the baby is really inside her.

“Hmm, we might have a problem,” the doctor says.

A wave of panic crashes over Leilani, and she asks, “What?”

“The baby has its hands over the genital region,” the doctor says.

She points at the screen, and Leilani wants to laugh. The baby has crossed its arms over its little stomach, hiding its genitals from sight. The doctor slides the wand back and forth, but the new angles don’t help—the baby’s gender stays hidden.

“I guess it’s shy,” Leilani says with a laugh. “Is there another way to tell if it’s a boy or a girl?”

The doctor frowns and says, “I can give you an educated guess, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

Leilani looks up at Waylen and asks, “Do we want to know?”

Waylen nods and says, “Tell us.”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, it’s a boy,” the doctor says.

Leilani feels her head spin. A boy? I know nothing about boys, she thinks. I only had sisters growing up. What will I do? She looks at Waylen and sees that a huge grin has spread across his face.

“How can you tell?” Leilani asks. “I mean, without seeing the genitals, how can you know?”

“As I said, it’s an educated guess,” the doctor says. “First of all, we can usually tell based on the ratios of the baby’s measurements. If the length and width of the fetus are equal, it’s more likely to be a girl. But if the length and width are different, you most likely have a boy.”

As the doctor explains, she points at the screen, tracing the outlines of the baby to show the differences between its width and length. Leilani nods—it’s easy to see what the doctor is talking about.

“I can also guess based on the shape,” the doctor says. “If it’s shaped more like eggplant, it’s more likely to be a boy. If it looks rounder or more like a ball, it’s probably a girl. You know that’s why people say around belly means a girl and a tipped belly means a boy.”

“I see,” Leilani says. “What are the chances it’s a girl?”

“Pretty slim,” the doctor replies. “I’ve been doing this for a while, and I’ve never been wrong before. If you’re worried, we can schedule another ultrasound in a few days—the baby will probably have moved by then.”

“If you really want a girl, we can have another one,” Waylen says.

Leilani stiffens on the table. His voice is low and serious, and she hates the way it makes her pulse quicken and her face get hot. An image of a little family flashes through her mind like a snapshot: Waylen stands with his arm around her, a little boy sits on his shoulders, and she holds an infant girl in her arms.

“I’ll give you two a moment alone,” the doctor whispers.

Leilani grabs a handful of tissues and wipes the gel off her belly. She tugs her dress back down and stands up. Before she can leave the room, Waylen wraps his arms around her and backs her into the examination table. He buries his face in her hair and inhales deeply.

“Oh, Leilani,” he groans.

He presses his body against hers, and she responds to his warmth and smell. Her legs part slightly, and he pushes himself between them. His lips slide down her neck, and he nibbles her collarbone. She m.o.a.ns and arches her back.

“Wait, Waylen,” she says. “Rebecca is here. She’s just a few wings over.”

Waylen ignores her and bites her neck, trailing his hands down her back to the small indent above her ass. She can feel his excitement through their clothes.

“What do you say?” he murmurs against her skin, “Do you want to have another baby with me?”

Waylen lifts her onto the examination table, spreading her legs wider. She can feel him about to lose control. Part of her wants him to—for a moment, she lets herself imagine him taking her on the table. She imagines sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles tense as he thrusts into her, hearing the sound of his m.o.a.ns mixing with hers.

“Wait, Waylen, we can’t,” she gasps.

Waylen ignores her and moves to kiss her lips. He forces her mouth open and brushes his tongue against hers. His hand tangled in her hair, and she lost the strength to fight. He pulls away, and she groans in protest, but he drops to his knees and kisses his way up her thighs to the front of her underwear.

“No, there are people inside,” Robert’s voice shouts. “The room is occupied—you can’t go in.”

Leilani freezes and tries to push Waylen away, but he won’t budge. She pulls her legs up to her chest and rolls off the other side of the examination table. Waylen stares at her from across the table. His eyes are filled with fire, but he doesn’t try to grab her.

“I still wear the gun around my neck,” she says. “Don’t make me use it again.”

She tugs her dress down and throws the door open. A miserable sounding m.o.a.n comes from the other side of the door, and then a loud thud. She peeks around the door and sees a man in a blue hospital gown lying on the floor.

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