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It struck her then how Andrew had always been this way, treasuring every word she spoke, no matter how casual. This thoughtfulness, this quiet attention to detail, warmed her heart more deeply than any display of wealth or power ever could.
“Thank you, Andrew,” Isabella murmured.
Andrew reached out playfully, gently tapping her nose with his finger. His smile widened as he said, “It’s nothing special. Come on, sit down and enjoy it.”
Andrew slipped his arm protectively around Isabella’s waist, guiding her to a comfortable seat. Once she was settled, he moved with practiced care—pouring water, laying out tissues, his eyes never straying far from her face as she savored her treat.
In the garden, the servants couldn’t help but observe the tender scene unfolding before them.
“Just look at how he dotes on her,” one whispered dreamily. “Every little detail, he thinks of it all. She’s always his first priority. Now that’s what I call true love.”
“Indeed,” another concurred softly. “For all their status in society, they have none of those awful rich people habits you hear about. Heaven, grant them this happiness forever.”
“You know what they say about pregnancy being a risky time for marriages,” a third murmured. “But look at her—she must be the most cherished mother-to-be I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
The servants’ whispered observations went unnoticed by the couple. After Isabella finished the last morsel of corn, she and Andrew made their way back to the living room.
Later that evening, settled comfortably on their bed, Isabella looked up at Andrew with gentle eyes.
“Honey, could you hand me the baby’s storybook?”
“Of course.”
Andrew retrieved the book for her—a nightly ritual they’d adopted on Susan’s recommendation.
Isabella’s voice took on that special softness reserved for these precious moments, reading to their unborn child. Like clockwork, the baby would respond to their mother’s gentle storytelling with a delicate flutter.
Isabella felt an unspoken connection, a bond so deep that it stirred something profound within her. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She was so captivated by the tiny life inside her that she didn’t hear Andrew calling her name.
Andrew looked at Isabella, his lips parted as if wanting to say something. But then, he hesitated and stopped himself in the end.
Finally, Isabella finished reading. She closed the storybook gently, letting the quiet settle between them. Then, she turned to Andrew and extended the book toward him, expecting him to take it. But just as she did, her hand froze mid-air when she saw him staring blankly ahead.
“Honey, is something wrong?” she asked, confused.
Andrew blinked rapidly as if shaking himself free from whatever thoughts had trapped him. Then, he shook his head, took the storybook from her hand, and handed her a glass of hot milk. “It’s nothing. Drink this and rest early.”
Isabella didn’t dwell on it. The warmth of the milk spread through her, easing the tension in her body. Her pregnancy had made her more easily fatigued, and she quickly fell asleep after drinking the milk.
The next day, Isabella woke up early and had breakfast. After eating, she had nothing else to do, so she took out her drawing book. She thought about designing some toys and small furniture they would need after she gave birth.
After finishing breakfast, Andrew gathered the dishes and cleaned up the table. Then, he prepared to leave for work. He looked for Isabella, wanting to say goodbye to her.
He found her in the study, completely absorbed in her drawing. She didn’t notice his presence as he walked up behind her, his gaze falling on the sketches spread across the desk. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes when he saw they were all for the baby.
“Honey, I’m off to work,” Andrew said, kissing Isabella on the cheek. Isabella nodded without raising her head, her hands still moving. “Okay. Drive safe.”
As soon as Andrew arrived at his office, he didn’t start working immediately. Instead, he took out his phone, opened an online shopping app, and bought a lot of baby supplies.
A few days later, Isabella was surprised to see a stack of packages being delivered to their house. She took pictures of them and sent them to Andrew.
“Honey, there are many packages at home now. Do you know about these?”
“Yes, I ordered them,” Andrew replied.
Isabella didn’t say anything further.
She glanced at the corner of the room where the packages were neatly stacked. She was curious about what Andrew had bought, but she didn’t want to open any of them without his permission.
When Andrew came back from the company, Isabella took him to the room to see the packages. Then, he opened them in front of her.
Isabella sat on the sofa, watching as Andrew carefully opened the packages one by one, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She found that they were all baby supplies.
Isabella pursed her lips and chuckled softly. She looked down, touched her belly, and said, “Baby, look how much your daddy cares for you. He’s bought you so many things before you’re even born.”
Unable to just sit and watch, she stood up, walked over, and picked up a box. “Honey, let me help you unbox them.”
“Okay, but be careful not to cut your hand,” Andrew agreed, reminding her.
“Don’t worry. I can do it,” Isabella said with a smile.
Everything Andrew bought for the baby was of exceptional quality, and Isabella adored each item. She couldn’t help but imagine how adorable the baby would look wearing them.
Isabella had just finished unboxing a few packages when she suddenly paused. Her gaze shifted to the items Andrew had already opened, and a slight frown appeared on her face. She held his wrist to stop him and said, “Honey, wait.”
Andrew looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong, honey? Are you tired?” He moved closer to her, wanting to help her sit on the sofa. However, she shook her head.
“No, I’m not tired. I just realized something.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow, a little curious. “What is it?”
Isabella replied, “Honey, haven’t you noticed that everything you bought is for a baby girl?”
She reminded Andrew, “We chose not to know the baby’s gender before the birth. There’s also a possibility that it’s a boy, right?”
Andrew didn’t think there was anything wrong with his choices. Hearing Isabella’s concern, he remained calm and responded with certainty, “I know, but I deliberately bought baby girl products.”
“Why?” Isabella asked in confusion.
She studied him carefully, trying to read his expression. Before this, she had never thought of him as someone who favored girls over boys. But now, looking at all the baby girl items he had bought without hesitation, she was a little unsure.
Of course, Andrew had an answer to this question.
“Our baby hasn’t been born yet, but you already love them so much. So, I hope it’s a baby girl. Then, she will be as good as you. She will listen to me and won’t compete with me for your attention.”
Isabella was momentarily stunned by Andrew’s response. She couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head.
“Honey, you are about to be a father. How can you be jealous of an unborn child?”
Andrew also shook his head. He retorted, “It’s not about being jealous. Actually, I’m not jealous. It’s just that you’re the most important person to me, so I can’t help but want you to treat me the same way. But having a baby is different. We’ll certainly give them much of our attention. If it’s a girl, I think I can keep a balance between her and me…” Andrew said a lot, and every word he spoke had been carefully thought out.
“Of course, it’s just my expectation. If it’s really a baby boy, I won’t treat him differently. I’ll also love him,” he added.
Hearing Andrew’s last words, Isabella felt no comfort. Instead, a realization struck her—this was the first real conflict between them caused by the baby.
As she thought about it, guilt settled in. She had been pouring all her attention into the baby, and without meaning to, she had started neglecting Andrew. Before the pregnancy, she had always prioritized their relationship, but now, things had shifted.
If their roles were reversed, she could easily imagine how Andrew felt—overlooked, unimportant.
Understanding his concerns, she looked at the boxes in front of her.
This wasn’t something they could ignore. They had to talk.
“Honey, let’s unpack these later. I want to talk to you first.”
Andrew pressed his lips into a thin line.
He knew buying only baby supplies for a girl had been wrong. As a mother, it was natural for Isabella to focus on their child, and as a father, he should be patient and supportive, not add to the tension. He understood that in his head. But in reality, the feelings still stung. That frustration had led him to buy these things—not just for the baby, but as a way to express what he couldn’t say outright.
But Isabella saw right through him.
His fingers trembled slightly. She was already carrying so much, working so hard—he couldn’t let his emotions weigh her down.
With that thought, Andrew sat down beside her on the sofa.
He was bracing himself to apologize, to tell her he wouldn’t let these thoughts get to him again.
But before he could say a word, Isabella reached for his hand and placed it gently on her belly.
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