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CHAPTER 54
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2026-05-23 18:57:46
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HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 99
THE DAY BEFORE GOING HOMEDay fourteen. Discharge day was tomorrow. Chance was ready. We were ready. Everything was ready. Except my fear. My terror that something would go wrong. That we'd take him home and he'd die. That we weren't actually ready to be his parents without medical support. That we'd fail him somehow."You're not going to fail him," Dominic said, reading my thoughts. "You're going to be amazing. We're going to be amazing. He's going to be fine.""How do you know? How can you be so certain when everything could still go wrong? When his heart is still broken? When the shunt is temporary? When we're taking home a medically fragile baby and pretending we know what we're doing?""Because we do know what we're doing. We've been trained. We've learned. We've prepared for everything. And more importantly we love him. We'll figure it out. We'll call the doctor if we're worried. We'll bring him back if necessary. We'll do whatever he needs. That's all we can do. All anyone can
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 98
THE NEWS THAT CHANGES PLANSDay ten, Chance was feeding well, Growing, Gaining weight. Twelve ounces heavier than birth. Still tiny, five pounds fourteen ounces, but growing. Thriving. Proving that, that he could do this. Could be a baby. Could, could live."We're thinking about discharge," Dr. Chen said during rounds. Casually. Like he wasn't, wasn't saying the most important words I'd heard since "he's alive.""Discharge? Home? We can take him home?""Not yet. But soon. If he continues improving. If he maintains his weight gain. If he shows us he can, can handle being a regular baby. Then yes. In a week. Maybe two. You could take him home."Home. Chance coming home. Our son in our house instead of the hospital. In his nursery instead of the NICU. With us instead of, instead of nurses and monitors and medical equipment. Home. Actually home."But his heart," I said. "The shunt. It's temporary. He'll need the full repair eventually. How can we, how can we take him home when he's not fu
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 97
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING SHIFTSDay seven. One week old. Chance was off oxygen completely. Breathing room air. Heart functioning well enough with the shunt. Stable. Actually, genuinely stable. Not crisis-to-crisis stable. But, but real stable. Improving stable. Moving-forward stable."We're going to try feeding," the nurse said. "Just a few milliliters. See if he can tolerate it. See if his body can handle, handle being a regular baby. Not just a surgery patient. An actual baby who needs milk."Feeding. Such a normal thing. Such a basic thing all babies did. But for Chance, for Chance it was huge. Monumental. Proof that he was, was transitioning. From crisis to recovery. From survival to, to living. From patient to baby.They gave him five milliliters. Through a feeding tube. Through his nose. Not nursing yet. Not bottle yet. Just nutrition. Just proving his stomach worked. His intestines worked. His body could handle, could handle more than just breathing. More than just existing. Could
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 96
THE COMPLICATION THEY DIDN'T EXPECTDay four. Chance was supposed to be extubated. Supposed to breathe on his own. Supposed to be, supposed to be progressing. Moving forward. Getting better.Instead, his oxygen saturations dropped at three AM.We got the call in our hospital room. The NICU night nurse. Voice calm but urgent. "Chance's saturations are dropping. We're increasing oxygen support. Dr. Chen is on his way. You should come. Now."We ran. Down hallways. Through doors. Into the NICU where Chance's isolette was surrounded by people. Nurses. Residents. Respiratory therapists. Everyone working. Everyone focused. Everyone trying to figure out, figure out why our son suddenly couldn't breathe well enough. Why his oxygen levels were dropping. Why, why everything was going wrong after surgery had gone right."What's happening?" I asked. Demanded. Terrified. "He was fine last night. He was stable. What's happening?"Dr. Chen appeared. Scrubs on. Hair disheveled. Obviously pulled from s
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 95
THE RECOVERY THAT TESTS THEMThe first week after surgery was harder than surgery itself.Chance struggled. Struggled to breathe without ventilator. Struggled to maintain stable blood pressure. Struggled to, to recover from what they'd done to save him. To heal from trauma. To, to be okay despite everything."This is normal," the PICU doctors kept saying. "Post-surgical complications. Expected. Manageable. He's, he's doing well considering. Considering how small he is. How early. How, how risky surgery was. He's doing well."But it didn't feel like doing well. Felt like, like barely surviving. Like hanging on by threads. Like, like every day we weren't sure if he'd make it through. If complications would arise. If, if infection would set in. If his heart would fail despite repair. If, if everything they'd done would be undone by recovery. By his body rejecting intervention. By, by anything and everything that could go wrong.I lived at the hospital. Slept in a chair next to his bed. H
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 94
THE WAIT THAT BREAKS THEMHour one: We sat. Didn't talk. Didn't move. Just, just sat. Holding hands. Breathing. Existing. Waiting for updates that wouldn't come for hours yet.Hour two: I started crying. Couldn't help it. Just, just cried. Silently. Tears streaming. Body shaking. Grieving something that might not even happen. Grieving the possibility. The chance that, that he wouldn't make it. That surgery wouldn't work. That, that we'd lose him.Dominic held me. Didn't tell me to stop. Didn't try to fix it. Just, just held me while I cried. While I, while I let out all the fear I'd been holding for weeks. Months. Since we found out about his heart. All of it. Pouring out. Finally. Completely.Hour three: A nurse came with an update. "Surgery is progressing. They've opened his chest. They're assessing the heart. Everything looks, complicated but manageable. Dr. Chen will update you when there's more to report."Complicated but manageable. What did that mean? Was he okay? Was he dying?
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 25
THE WOMAN FROM HIS PASTShe walked into my office on a Tuesday.I was reviewing final invoices from the summit, making sure everything was closed out properly when Sarah appeared in my doorway looking uncomfortable."There's someone here to see you," she said."Who?""Vivienne Cabot."The name land
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 23
HIS MOUTH AT HER EARWe went back to the ballroom.Together. Publicly. His hand on the small of my back where everyone could see.I waited for the whispers. The stares. The judgment.Instead"Nora!" One of the board members Catherine, I think, appeared with a smile. "Wonderful event. Truly. Best we
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 22
DANCING WITH THE ENEMYHis hand was on my waist and nothing else existed.Not the ballroom full of investors. Not the people definitely watching us. Not my carefully maintained professional facade. Just his hand on my waist and the way we fit together like we'd been doing this for years instead of
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 21
THE GALAThe thing about galas is that they look beautiful from the outside.All that glittering glass and expensive fabric and people who've spent hours making themselves look like they just naturally wake up perfect. The lighting that costs more than most people's cars. The champagne that flows l
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