Chapter 157 CHAPTER 157: THE RESULTS
~Wayne's Pov~
The next morning felt heavier than the night before.
Wayne barely slept.
He had left Elara wrapped in his arms just before dawn, her breathing soft and even against his chest. She looked peaceful unaware of the storm inside him. Or maybe she was pretending to be strong for him.
Today was the day.
The hospital would release her final results.
The results that would determine whether Elara his wife, his heart was stable enough to carry a child.
Wayne stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. His jaw was tense. His eyes carried fear he hadn’t felt in years.
He had faced business collapses.
He had faced betrayal.
He had faced enemies.
But this?
This terrified him.
Because this wasn’t about money or pride.
This was about her.
And about the tiny life they both secretly dreamed of.
“Elara…”
She was already awake when he walked back into the bedroom, sitting up against the pillows.
“You’re going today, right?” she asked softly.
He nodded.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the bedsheet.
“You don’t have to come with me,” he said gently. “I’ll handle it.”
She swallowed.
“Wayne… if it’s bad”
“It won’t be.” His voice was firm. Too firm. “I won’t let it be.”
She gave a faint smile, but he could see the fear in her eyes. The same fear sitting inside his chest.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll call you the second I know anything.”
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and cold air.
Wayne walked through the automatic doors with controlled steps, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat.
The receptionist recognized him immediately.
“Mr. Hale, the doctor is expecting you.”
Of course he was.
Money made doors open faster.
But money couldn’t control fate.
That thought made his stomach tighten.
Dr. Navarro sat behind his desk when Wayne entered.
“Mr. Hale. Please, sit.”
Wayne didn’t sit.
“Just tell me.”
The doctor removed a file from the desk.
Silence stretched between them.
Wayne could hear his own heartbeat.
Then
“Her condition has improved significantly.”
Wayne’s shoulders stiffened.
“But?”
“There’s no but,” the doctor said calmly. “Elara’s body has stabilized. Her previous complications are no longer life-threatening. With proper monitoring and care… she can conceive.”
The room went quiet.
Wayne blinked.
“…You’re sure?”
“Yes. It won’t be entirely risk-free, but medically speaking, she is stable enough to carry a pregnancy.”
Wayne finally sat down.
It felt like his legs had forgotten how to hold him up.
For months, they had lived in uncertainty. Fear. Late-night breakdowns she thought he didn’t notice.
And now
“She can have children,” he repeated softly, almost to himself.
“Yes.”
Wayne exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding for weeks.
His eyes closed for a brief second.
Thank God.
When he stepped outside the hospital, the morning sun felt warmer than usual.
He pulled out his phone.
His hands trembled slightly.
He called her.
She answered on the first ring.
“Wayne?”
He didn’t speak immediately.
Her breathing hitched.
“Wayne, please say something.”
He swallowed, fighting the sudden tightness in his throat.
“You’re stable.”
Silence.
“You can have kids, Elara.”
The line went quiet.
Then
A broken sob.
Not of pain.
Not of fear.
But relief.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said, his voice softer than it had ever been. “Really.”
She started crying properly now, and Wayne felt his own vision blur.
He leaned against his car, staring at the sky.
“You’re going to be an amazing mother,” he said.
“And you’re going to be the most overprotective father in history,” she laughed through tears.
“That’s not even a debate.”
When Wayne got home, he didn’t knock.
He rushed upstairs.
Elara was already standing at the top of the staircase.
Waiting.
The moment their eyes met, she ran into his arms.
Wayne caught her instantly, lifting her slightly as she wrapped herself around him.
He buried his face in her neck.
“You scared me,” she whispered.
“You scared me too.”
They held each other for a long time.
No words.
Just heartbeats syncing again.
After a while, she pulled back slightly, looking up at him.
“So… does this mean…?”
He brushed her hair away from her face.
“It means,” he said slowly, “whenever you’re ready… we can start our family.”
Her eyes shimmered.
“And if something goes wrong?” she asked quietly.
Wayne cupped her face.
“Then I’ll hold you through it. Every appointment. Every fear. Every second.”
He pressed his forehead to hers.
“But nothing is more important than you. Not even a child.”
Her lips trembled.
“I love you.”
He kissed her gently.
“I love you more.”
And for the first time in months
The future didn’t look frightening.
It looked hopeful.