12 Doctors Couldn’t Deliver the Billionaire’s Baby

5. When the Room Finally Believed

A contraction hit like a command.

“Push,” Dr. Ashford said quickly, energy flooding her voice. “Push now.”

Cassandra pushed.

And this time, the baby moved.

A real descent. Not a stubborn grind. Not a dangerous stall.

The room’s tension shifted from dread to frantic hope.

“Again,” Dr. Ashford urged. “You’re doing it. Again.”

Cassandra pushed again, scream ripping from her throat, but underneath the scream was a force that hadn’t been there for forty-one hours.

“I can see the head,” Dr. Ashford said.

Preston made a sound that might have been a sob. He pressed his fist to his mouth like he could hold his fear inside.

“One more,” Dr. Ashford commanded. “One more and he’s here.”

Cassandra’s eyes locked onto Preston’s, and in that look was everything money had never purchased for them: raw, terrified love.

She pushed with everything she had left.

And suddenly, impossibly, a baby slid into Dr. Ashford’s hands.

A cry exploded into the room. Loud, indignant, alive.

“It’s a boy,” Dr. Ashford said, voice thick. “A healthy baby boy.”

The baby was placed on Cassandra’s chest.

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