My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 345

Chapter 345: The childbirth (Part €“ 2) Chapter 345: The childbirth (Part €“ 2) A rush of emotions hit Dylan all at once-joy, relief, disbelief.

A daughter.

He had a daughter.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

His chest rose and fell in a shaky breath as he blinked, trying to process it.

“How is Ava?” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

The doctor nodded.

“She is fine.

She is exhausted, but she is doing well.

You can see them now.” Dylan let out a deep, shuddering breath, his entire body sagging as the weight of his fear lifted.

He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the tears that had somehow fallen without him realizing.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

The doctor gave him an understanding smile and led him inside.

Dylan stepped into the room, his breath catching at the sight before him.

Ava lay in the hospital bed, looking exhausted but radiant, her hair damp against her forehead.

She was propped up against the pillows, and cradled in her arms was a tiny, delicate bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket.

His heart clenched so hard it almost hurt.

Ava turned her head, her tired eyes finding his.

A weak but joyful smile stretched across her lips.

“Dylan,” she whispered.

In two steps, he was by her side, his hands trembling as he brushed the hair from her face.

“God, Ava€¦You did it.” Tears welled in her eyes.

His gaze dropped to the tiny bundle in her arms, and his breath hitched.

“Is that€¦?” Ava nodded, shifting slightly.

“Meet our daughter.” Dylan stared in awe as she carefully lifted the baby towards him.

His hands shook as he reached out, his heart pounding as he took his daughter into his arms for the first time.

She was so small.

Her tiny fingers curled into fists, her pink cheeks soft and warm, her little mouth slightly open as she slept peacefully.

A sob rose in Dylan’s throat.

“She is beautiful,” he choked out.

Ava smiled through her tears.

“She looks just like you.” Dylan let out a breathless laugh, cradling the baby closer, afraid he might break her with the slightest wrong move.

His daughter.

His flesh and blood.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured to the sleeping baby, his thumb brushing over her tiny fingers.

His heart swelled with a love so overwhelming, he thought it might consume him.

Ava watched him, her heart melting at the sight of Dylan completely undone by the tiny life in his arms.

He leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to his daughter’s forehead before looking at Ava with eyes full of love and gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For everything, for making my life complete.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

Three years later€¦ The port development project was finally over after three years of hard work.

The successful completion of the project not only strengthened Dylan and Nicholas’s partnership but also improved their relationship on a personal level.

Both companies were flourishing day by day.

Together, they seemed invincible.

To celebrate their remarkable success in this project, they held a party.

The grand banquet hall shimmered under the golden lights.

The soft hum of a live orchestra filled the air, setting a sophisticated ambiance for the night.

Different colourful flowers were used to decorate the entire place.

At the center of the room stood a long, elegantly draped table displaying a stunning ice sculpture of a cargo ship, symbolizing the monumental achievement that had taken three years of dedication and hard work.

Around it, waiters in crisp black suits moved effortlessly, offering guests the finest champagne and gourmet hors d’oeuvres on silver trays.

The city’s elite had gathered for this night.

Powerful businessmen, influential politicians, high-profile shareholders, and prominent media representatives were among the guests.

Conversations buzzed with excitement as guests marveled at the success of the project, acknowledging the brilliance of the men behind it.

At the far end of the hall, a raised platform had been set up, where Dylan and Nicholas stood side by side, both impeccably dressed in tailored black tuxedos.

Their presence commanded attention, exuding confidence and accomplishment.

Nicholas wore a bright smile as he surveyed the room, while Dylan, with his charismatic aura, nodded appreciatively at the applause that filled the air.

A well-known businessman raised his glass.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let us toast to Dylan Brooks and Nicholas Baker.

Their vision, perseverance, and dedication have not only strengthened our economy but have also revolutionized our city’s port infrastructure.” The hall erupted in applause.

Dylan took the microphone.

“Three years ago, Nicholas and I embarked on a journey-one that demanded countless hours, tireless effort, and unwavering determination.

Today, we stand here, not just as partners, but as proof that with vision and hard work, anything is possible.” Nicholas clapped appreciatively, grinning from ear to ear.

“This project was more than just business-it was a challenge, a dream, and a commitment to the future,” Dylan continued.

“We are proud to have delivered something that will serve generations to come.” As the applause rose again, camera flashes illuminated the room, capturing the defining moment of their success.

Reporters eagerly noted their speeches, headlines already forming in their minds.

As the applause settled, Dylan’s expression softened, his gaze sweeping across the room before landing on the one person who had been his constant source of strength.

“Before we continue,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “I want to take a moment to acknowledge someone who has been my greatest pillar of strength-my wife, Ava.” A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as heads turned toward Ava, who sat at a beautifully adorned table near the stage.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as the attention shifted to her.

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, flustered yet deeply moved.

Dylan’s eyes gleamed as he continued, “Through every late night, every tough decision, and every challenge, Ava stood by me.

She has been my anchor, my unwavering support, and my biggest cheerleader.

Without her patience, encouragement, and belief in me, this success wouldn’t have been possible.” Ava bit her lip, her heart swelling with pride and overwhelming love.

She had never sought the spotlight, but hearing Dylan’s words in front of the city’s most powerful individuals made her realize just how much he valued her presence in his life.

Ava placed a gentle hand over her chest.

She had always been proud of Dylan’s ambition, but tonight, she was even prouder to be his wife.

The audience erupted in applause once more.

At that moment, a tiny, excited giggle broke through the elegant atmosphere.

Their three-year-old daughter, dressed in a frilly pastel dress, beamed from her seat, clapping her little hands enthusiastically.

“That’s my Daddy,” she squealed, her innocent joy melting Ava’s heart.

As the applause subsided, Dylan stepped down from the stage and walked toward her, his heart swelled with satisfaction, eager to embrace the two people who mattered most to him.

His arms were already outstretched, ready to lift his little girl into his embrace.

But before he could take another step, his daughter’s excited voice rang out, clear and joyful: “Nicholas Papa!”