My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Ava is pregnant.

Chapter 308: Ava is pregnant.

Ava walked over and pulled the door open, revealing a housekeeping staff member standing outside, a tray of food balanced in his hands.

“Come in,” she said, stepping aside.

The man entered with a polite smile, carefully placing the tray on the table before arranging the dishes.

“Enjoy your meal,” he said with a nod before quietly exiting.

Ava turned back toward Dylan.

“Let’s eat.” She moved to his side, helping him to his feet before settling him into the wheelchair.

She wheeled him to the table.

But as she reached the table, she froze.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, lips parting in surprise as she took in the beautifully arranged feast before her.

Every single dish was her favorite, from the elegantly plated pasta to the rich, decadent chocolate mousse.

Dylan watched her with a satisfied grin, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass.

The way her eyes sparkled, the way she stood in stunned delight-this reaction was exactly what he had hoped for.

It was worth every effort he had put into planning this moment.

“You ordered all my favorite food,” Ava finally managed, her voice brimming with excitement.

“No-I had the chef make everything especially for you.” Dylan chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Seeing you happy is worth more than anything else.

Now, come sit.” He patted the chair beside him.

Ava bit her lip, warmth spreading in her chest.

Quietly, she slid into the seat, still overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.

Dylan reached for a plate piled with crispy, golden chicken wings and placed it directly in front of her.

“You love chicken wings.

This whole plate is yours.” Ava’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“What do you take me for?

I can’t eat them all.” Dylan let out a deep, amused laugh.

“Just start eating,” he urged before taking a slow sip of his wine.

Ava lowered her head, ready to take a bite, but the rich aroma of the chicken wings suddenly turned her stomach.

The food she once loved now made her feel sick to her core.

A wave of nausea hit her so hard that she barely had time to react.

She pushed back her chair and bolted toward the bathroom.

“Ava!” Dylan called out from behind, alarmed.

He moved after her, his heart pounding.

The sound of retching from inside the bathroom made his chest tighten.

“Are you okay there?” There was no response-only the harsh sounds of gagging and coughing.

Inside, Ava clung to the sink, her body trembling from the sudden sickness.

Finally, she stopped puking and rinsed her mouth.

When she looked up, the reflection staring back at her made her breath hitch.

Her face was pale, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Then, like a lightning bolt, the thought struck her.

‘Am I pregnant?’ Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she recalled the missed period.

It had been over a week.

And now, this overwhelming nausea€¦ Her doubt solidified into certainty.

“I am pregnant,” she murmured.

Tears welled in her eyes as a deep, unexplainable emotion filled her chest.

She had lost her child once before, a pain that had scarred her soul.

But this time, she wouldn’t let history repeat itself.

“Baby,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.

“Thank you for coming back to me.” “Ava?” Dylan’s voice snapped her out of her whirlwind of emotions.

“What’s going on?

Are you feeling unwell?

Should I call the doctor?” Ava quickly wiped away her tears, inhaling deeply to steady herself before stepping out of the bathroom.

As soon as their eyes met, Dylan closed the distance between them, his hands wrapping around hers.

His sharp gaze scanned her face.

“You are pale,” he murmured, his brows furrowing deeper.

“I heard you throwing up.

What’s wrong?” Ava tried to smile, but her emotions betrayed her.

Tears welled up again, and a shaky sob escaped her lips.

Dylan’s grip tightened.

His heartbeat thundered in his chest.

“Say something,” he demanded.

“You are scaring me.” Ava swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, “I am€¦ pregnant.” “You are pregnant.” The words tumbled into his ears, but it took a moment for them to register.

“You’re€¦ pregnant?” He repeated, almost in disbelief, his lips parting in shock.

His gaze instinctively dropped to her stomach, and in that instant, painful memories from the past surged like a tidal wave.

He had lost her once before-lost both her and their unborn child.

He had driven her to despair, to death.

The agony of that past mistake was carved into his soul, a scar that never faded.

Tears burned in his eyes.

His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingers barely grazing her stomach, as if touching her would make this moment real.

“Are you sure?” he choked out.

Ava nodded softly.

“My period is late by a week.” His worry only intensified.

“We’re going to the hospital,” he insisted urgently.

“Right now.

I want to make sure the baby is okay.” Ava squeezed his hand gently, anchoring him.

“Relax,” she offered him a small smile, “we’ll go tomorrow.” But when she saw the raw emotion in his eyes-the unshed tears, the vulnerability she had never seen before-her posture stiffened.

In her past life, she never had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy.

A bittersweet thought crossed her mind-if she had, would he have reacted the same way back then?

Would he have held her with the same tenderness, his eyes brimming with emotion?

Her curiosity got the better of her.

“Why are you crying?” Dylan quickly wiped his tears away, turning his head slightly to the side as if embarrassed to be caught in such a vulnerable state.

“It’s nothing.” Then, attempting to shift the focus, he shot her a pointed look.

“You were crying too.

Why?” “That was the tears of joy,” she replied without hesitation.

“Now, your turn.

Don’t dodge the question.” Dylan sat solemnly, his mind racing to the memories he wished he could erase.

But they etched into his heart stubbornly.

“I’m a bit emotional, overwhelmed.” Ava’s expression changed.

The teasing light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by quiet concern.

“Aren’t you happy?” she wondered.

“Happy?

I’m more than happy.

I want to jump, dance, and shout to the world that we’re having a baby.

But€¦” He trailed off, his eyes clouded with sorrow.

She frowned.

“But what?” Dylan’s heart pounded.

He hadn’t told her about his rebirth and carried this secret alone for so long.

He had intended to keep it hidden forever, assuming Ava wouldn’t believe him.

But now, looking into her eyes, he realized he didn’t want to keep anything from her anymore.

He was ready to bare his soul.

He took a deep breath.

“There is something I need to tell you.” Ava’s unease deepened as she studied Dylan’s troubled expression.

A shadow flickered in his eyes as though he was grappling with something too heavy to put into words.

“What is it, Dylan?” she pressed.

“You look disturbed.” “I had a nightmare €“ a horrible one,” he started.