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Andrew stepped inside, washing his hands before following her to the dining room. The ambiance was perfect—flickering candlelight, the rich aroma of home-cooked food, and a bottle of red wine waiting to be uncorked. Isabella lifted her glass, her eyes locked onto Andrew’s. “Darling, thank you for loving me and always being so patient with…

The answer in her heart became clearer. She would take the first step. “Honey…” Isabella’s voice was barely above a whisper. Andrew opened his eyes, meeting her gaze in the dim light. The soft glow from the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows, allowing Isabella to faintly trace the sharp contours of Andrew’s face. Their hands…

However, while Nana had envisioned a warm and lively introduction, reality had other plans. When she and Sunny reached El’s crib, their hands full of carefully chosen gifts, they found the tiny baby peacefully asleep, his eyes shut tight. Nana called out, “El,” a few times, but when he didn’t stir, she hesitated, unsure of…

Isabella and Andrew caught their breaths simultaneously, exchanging startled glances. In each other’s eyes, they saw nothing but utter surprise. Andrew’s smile faded first, though he quickly composed himself, pushing aside wandering thoughts to address his daughter seriously. “Nana, do you understand what you’re asking?” Andrew questioned. “Of course,” Nana nodded confidently. “I want a…

Isabella blinked. “Wait… what?” For a brief second, instinct took over, and she pulled Nana closer to her chest, as if shielding her from the absurdity of it all. Then, realizing her reaction, she let out a small sigh, feeling amused. “She’s barely a month old, Andrew,” she said with a light chuckle. “We’ll deal…

And just like that, Lilyana Klein became the official name of Andrew and Isabella’s first child. As if on cue, Andrew entered the room, carrying a box of freshly made fish soup. Hearing Damari bestow the name, he turned to Isabella with a gentle look. “Grandpa has given her a formal name. Darling, would you…

She spoke from the heart, her sincerity clear in every word. After she finished, the two of them stood there, locked in a moment of quiet connection, alone on the lawn beside the river. A gentle breeze brushed past them, filling Andrew’s heart with warmth. To be so completely accepted, flaws and all, to have…

His breath caught. The second his palm touched her, he felt it—the tiny, active movement of their baby. Isabella’s gaze was warm, steady. “Honey, whether it’s a boy or a girl, this is our baby. We should both welcome them with open hearts. As for what you just said… you’re right.” She paused, her tone…

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…

Clapping her hands together, she beamed, delighted by the unexpected turn of events. “Andrew, I was just thinking—the baby is still too young to understand a word you’re saying. And yet, look at this! Ever since you spoke, Isabella’s appetite has improved. It’s almost as if the baby is being considerate of her!” Isabella had…