Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 632

They handled Willow's comprehensive medical exams in Seattle. Silas had a top-tier private medical team waiting, and the moment they returned, they ran a full spectrum of tests to ensure she was in perfect health.

When the lengthy exams finally concluded, the lead doctor approached them with a thick stack of reports. "Mr. Thorne, Ms. Horgan, the results are in. Ms. Horgan is in excellent physical condition. All her vitals are perfect, her body is handling the pregnancy beautifully, and the fetus is developing perfectly. There are no underlying concerns. All she needs now is plenty of rest and regular check-ups."

Hearing those words, the crushing weight that had been suffocating Silas finally vanished.

The rigid tension in his jaw melted away, and the heavy anxiety in his gaze was replaced by an overwhelming wave of tenderness and relief.

He looked down at Willow, wrapping his long arms around her and pulling her into a careful embrace, treating her as if she were made of spun glass. "You did amazing, darling."

Willow rested her head against his warm chest, listening to the steady, powerful thumping of his heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist and murmured softly, "I told you I was fine. You were just stressing yourself out."

"I know," Silas replied, though deep down, he felt his paranoia had been entirely justified.

They spent the next couple of weeks in Seattle. Silas took her to visit friends and family, and the moment everyone heard the news of her pregnancy, they showered the couple with genuine joy and blessings—especially Jocelyn.

The second Jocelyn saw Willow, she rushed over and grabbed her hands. "This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" She had secretly worried the couple might have friction over the topic of children, but clearly, those fears were unfounded.

In her excitement, Jocelyn squeezed and shook Willow's arm a little too enthusiastically.

Instantly, Silas's expression shifted. Operating on pure instinct, he stepped between them, pulling Willow flush against his chest in a protective, possessive hold, shielding her from any sudden movements.

"Mom, take it easy," he said, his tone gentle but laced with an undeniable warning. "She's in a delicate state right now. She can't be bumped around."

The moment they walked through the door, Martha rushed forward, gently supporting Willow's arm and scanning her from head to toe. "You're finally back! How do you feel? Was the flight exhausting? Come sit down."

"I'm not tired at all," Willow said with a soft laugh. Silas had arranged a private jet, and she had practically slept the entire way. There was no way she could be exhausted.

But Martha and Jade weren't taking any chances. They flanked her on the sofa, showering her with advice. "Willow, you have to be careful now. No more eating whatever you want. Cut out the cold drinks and spicy food. Stick to warm, nutritious meals to build up your strength."

"Take your time walking, especially on the stairs. Put your work on hold for now. Your only job is to eat well, sleep deeply, and stay happy."

Willow nodded obediently, her heart swelling with warmth at their endless fussing.