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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 someone cherish your strengths and love you in spite of your imperfections—Andrew didn’t know how others experienced this, but he was overwhelmed with gratitude.
He couldn’t resist reaching for Isabella’s hand, lifting it to his lips, and kissing it gently. “Thank you, Isabella. Hearing that… it makes me really happy.”
Andrew spread out a thin blanket and carefully draped it over Isabella’s shoulders, then handed her the fruit she liked.
“Eat something first. I’ll finish setting everything up. Just let me know if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
By the time they finished the picnic, Isabella was completely relaxed, both physically and mentally. Andrew, determined to make her happy, took her to a few…
Other places for fun. Before long, the due date arrived. At the hospital, Elaine stayed by Isabella’s side, keeping her company and offering support.
Isabella was far more excited than nervous. Elaine and Andrew, on the other hand, seemed to be far more anxious than she was, and they could barely hide their worry.
Even as labor drew near, Isabella kept up her routine, exercising and staying active.
Later that afternoon, Andrew was cutting fruit for Isabella when she got out of bed, pacing back and forth in the room.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp tightening in her belly followed by a warm rush down her legs.
As a doctor, she immediately recognized what was happening.
“Andrew,” she called out softly.
Andrew, sensing the shift in her tone, looked up in alarm. When he saw Isabella clutching her stomach, the reality hit him, and his face drained of color.
He quickly moved to her side, supporting her with his arm, then pressed the call button to notify the doctor.
As they waited for the doctor to arrive, Andrew, usually calm and composed, was now a bundle of nerves. He squeezed Isabella’s hand, murmuring comforting words to her as she breathed through the pain. “Isabella, it’s okay. Don’t be afraid. Just hang on. The doctor will be here soon.”
Andrew had spent weeks preparing for this moment, but now that it was here, all the information he had gathered seemed to slip from his mind. All he could do was hold Isabella’s hand and reassure her, desperately wanting to shield her from any discomfort.
Seeing Andrew’s shaky efforts to calm her down when he was so clearly frightened himself made Isabella smile softly despite the pain. She took a deep breath, squeezing his hand.
“Honey, don’t worry. It’s just the beginning. I’m fine. Even when the doctor comes, we still have to wait. We need to give the baby time.”
“Okay, I know. I just… I just hope our baby can meet us soon.”
Andrew’s gaze softened as he looked at Isabella, watching the sweat bead on her forehead from the discomfort. His heart ached, wishing he could take her place.
But all he could do was wait, hold her hand, and promise her everything—both materially and emotionally—while praying silently for the baby to come quickly, to spare Isabella from suffering any longer.
Isabella, for her part, did her best to comfort him. After all, this was childbirth, and pain was inevitable. But the thought of soon meeting their baby gave her strength, making her feel that everything, even the pain, was worth it.
Isabella’s smaller-than-average baby bump and her dedication to exercise helped ensure the birth went smoothly.
When the baby’s first cry rang out, Andrew finally exhaled in relief.
He held Isabella’s hand tightly, feeling the weight lift from her as her breathing steadied. His eyes blurred with tears, and his heart swelled with emotion.
She had gone through so much for him—what more could he ask for?
Andrew made a solemn vow to himself, one that came straight from the heart: from this moment forward, he would treasure Isabella more than ever, embracing her fully, understanding her deeply, and respecting her as she deserved. He would guard her from any pain or trouble that might come her way.
The obstetrician and nurses were no strangers to doting husbands, but Andrew’s status made him different from other men in the beginning. From the very instant Isabella had stepped foot into their hospital, this head of the city’s most influential family had tended to her every need and overseen every detail with meticulous care.
At first, they had assumed that Andrew had done all this for the baby, but throughout the entire process—before and after the birth—his focus never wavered; it was all on Isabella.
Now, with the baby’s cries echoing through the room, Andrew hadn’t even asked about the child’s gender. His only concern was whether his wife was comfortable.
The doctor and nurses couldn’t help but admire the devotion in his every action. Rumors of Andrew’s deep affection for his wife had spread long before, but they had always taken them with a grain of salt, thinking they were more for show than truth.
But watching it unfold before their eyes, they were convinced.
Andrew’s love for Isabella was far deeper than anyone had imagined. Unaware of the opinions others might have of him, Andrew gently tidied Isabella’s slightly disheveled hair, his gaze soft as he studied her worn, but still beautiful face. Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to hers, his voice barely a whisper.
“Isabella, let’s not have any more children in the future,” he murmured.
Isabella understood his worry and fear, but a warm, happy smile spread across her face. She could feel his genuine concern for her, and it filled her with a deep sense of love.
“Okay, if you say so. But how about we take a look at our baby first?”
“Okay.”
Andrew signaled to a nurse to bring the baby over. The nurse complied, bringing the tiny bundle to Isabella.
Wrapped in a soft blanket, the baby was the picture of innocence, and Isabella’s heart melted the moment she saw her.
“It’s a girl,” the nurse announced, her smile wide and bright. Isabella’s eyes sparkled with joy as she exchanged a glance with Andrew, her smile widening.
“Andrew, we have a daughter,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he replied, gazing down at the tiny figure.
Her delicate features—her eyes and brows—were so like Isabella’s, just as he had imagined. A wave of affection overwhelmed him.
Reaching out, he gently touched the baby’s soft little face, his mind already thinking ahead. The baby supplies he’d bought would definitely need to be replenished. There was so much more to do when they got home.
Isabella, still drained from the birth, gazed lovingly at her daughter for a while. After chatting with Elaine and other family members, she finally couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
When she woke up, the baby was lying beside her, already awake and looking up at her with wide, curious eyes. The tiny hands were reaching out from the blanket.
Isabella lowered her gaze to meet her daughter’s.
The baby’s skin was soft, her eyes large and round, with prominent double eyelids.
When she saw Isabella, she suddenly grinned, her small mouth forming a perfect little smile.
Isabella leaned down to kiss her, and the baby’s grin only widened, her babbling filling the room with joy.
Elaine, standing nearby, smiled and commented, “She’s so beautiful.” Isabella nodded, her heart swelling with love. Everything about her daughter seemed perfect.
The baby, calm and well-behaved, rested peacefully in Isabella’s arms. Isabella kissed her again and gently took her tiny hand.
She marveled at how small it was—so tiny, it could barely wrap around one of Isabella’s fingers.
News of the baby’s arrival reached Damari, but since it wasn’t easy for him to visit, considering his poor health, Isabella made a video call instead.
When the call connected, Damari’s face lit up. “Isabella, you’ve been through so much. I’ve already prepared a manor in Lootu for you to rest and recover. Once you’re discharged, Andrew will take you there.” Lootu was a city known for its tranquility, the perfect place to rest. Isabella felt a wave of gratitude for Damari’s thoughtfulness and generosity.
“Thank you, Damari,” she replied, her voice sincere.
Damari waved his hand dismissively. “Your health is what matters most. Now, I just want to see my great-granddaughter. I haven’t met her yet.”
Isabella quickly aimed the camera at the baby. “Look, Baby, this is your great-grandpa!”
The baby, unfazed by the new face on the screen, blinked her large eyes curiously and stretched out a tiny hand toward the phone.
Damari chuckled, clearly amused by the baby’s interest. Isabella smiled at him and said, “Damari, we’re still waiting for you to give the baby her name.”
In the Klein family, the name chosen by an elder was more than just a name—it was a symbol of the family’s regard for the child. Damari had long promised to name the baby.
It had become a matter of great importance to him. He had consulted experts, taken his time, and prepared several options, carefully considering every possibility.
The moment Damari laid eyes on the baby, his decision was made. “Lilyana, a name that carries the grace of nature and the harmony of life—perfect for my great-granddaughter.”
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