Can You Hear My Heartbeat Novels & Stories

"You are not afraid I can use them against you one day?" "I trust you." He reached for my right hand, and my heart skipped. And a thought came to my mind. What if he could hear my heartbeat? "Can you hear my heartbeat?" I decided to ask, and his lips curled upwards into a naughty smirk. "Yes. I know your normal heart rate. I have memorized the how fast it beats anytime you open the door for me or when you are nervous, scared or aroused." I stilled for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. "Aroused?"

It felt like he caught me doing something embarrassing. "Your heart is racing." he said, calm as if he were commenting on the weather, "You alright over there, little one?" I froze. Because... how? My hand lifted on instinct to my chest, like I could physically hold my heartbeat still. "How can he hear that?" I thought, my mind scrambling. The fire was crackling, the house was old and creaky, there were two other people in here breathing. How could he possibly... Then the words caught up with me.

I'm managing. Support at home? The question I had been waiting for. I have a friend nearby. She nodded and made notes and did not push further. I was grateful for French pragmatism. Then she said: "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" I said yes before I'd finished deciding. She pressed the monitor to my stomach and adjusted it slowly, and then the room filled with a sound I was entirely unprepared for. Fast. Steady. Completely certain of itself.

From where the tears come in my eyes? Rayan pulled the blanket on their body and pressed her head on his chest. "So doctor, can you hear my heartbeat? Can you tell me what's wrong with it?" Crystal could hear his heart pounding sound. She smiled softly. "I'm not a cardiologist. You can ask Alex."

I shrugged, trying to make him feel better. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t believe I even have a heart in my rib. I’ve never experienced my heartbeat my whole life.” He placed his hand on his chest. "See? No heart beat. Mom and other people confirmed it many years ago. I'm not just heartless as an adjective, but physical am.” I shook my head and chuckled. “That's not possible.” I placed my hand on his chest and the feeling of his heart beat was very soothing. “I can feel your heartbeat.” I lifted his hand and placed it on his chest to make him feel his heartbeat as well.

I couldn't even recognize why my heart has gone wild now for the nth time. It's not just that each beat is fast and loud. Erratic, chaotic, slow then suddenly speeding up, and very strong. I could hear every heartbeat as if I was wearing a stethoscope that was directly opposite my heart and meant to let me hear what kind of effect Waldo had on my heart. "Waldo..." I mumbled.

Overwhelmed, I stand there stunned, the weight of the news sinking in. I cautiously step into her dimly lit room, the soft glow of the machines casting an eerie ambiance. The rhythmic beeping fills the air, intermingling with the steady hum. I strain my ears, desperate to discern the baby’s heartbeat amidst the cacophony. And then, in a fleeting moment, a gentle thud resonates, barely audible.

A moment later I hear the most wonderful sound I have ever heard. A heartbeat.

Her words hit me like a blow to the chest, but I also know that I can't let her manipulate the situation to her advantage. As the room falls into a heavy silence, I focus intently, straining my ears for any sound. Then, amidst the quiet, I detect a faint but unmistakable rhythm—the sound of a tiny heartbeat. My breath catches in my throat as tears well up in my eyes.