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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 little brother, but I can’t do it myself, so I can only ask Mommy and Daddy to help. That’s what they say.”
Andrew’s heart sank at his daughter’s final words.
He had explicitly instructed all villa staff to eliminate anything that might affect his child’s development, especially watching their language. How had anyone around her been discussing such matters? Unaware of the shock her request had caused, Nana waited patiently for her parents’ response.
“Mommy, Daddy, have you thought about it? I really want a little brother. Please agree.”
Faced with Nana’s irresistible puppy-dog eyes and persuasive pout, Andrew—usually putty in his daughter’s hands—managed to hold his ground.
He gently clasped Nana’s tiny shoulders, leaning down to meet her gaze. “Sweetheart, let’s put the little brother thing aside for now. First, tell Daddy, who exactly planted this idea in your head?”
Nana’s delicate eyebrows knitted together as she processed her father’s question.
“But Daddy, I wanted a little brother, so they told me these things,” she replied, her voice tinged with childlike conviction.
Andrew massaged his temples, feeling a headache brewing.
“Sweetheart, you can share your thoughts with Daddy later. Right now, Daddy needs to know who ‘they’ are. Tell Daddy and Mommy, okay?”
“Okay.” Nana nodded solemnly, then raised her wrist.
Isabella and Andrew found themselves drawn to their daughter’s deliberate movements, curiosity piqued.
Nana pointed her tiny index finger at the screen of her children’s smartwatch, swiping across it with practiced ease. Before Isabella and Andrew’s astonished eyes, a live stream materialized on the small display.
The couple exchanged looks of bewilderment at their daughter’s actions, but what followed left them truly speechless.
Nana expertly angled the camera toward her cherubic face. Though her aim wasn’t perfect, it captured enough for the audience in the live stream to see her clearly.
The stream wasn’t bustling with viewers, but several accounts had joined the moment Nana began broadcasting.
These accounts flooded the chat with messages. Isabella caught a glimpse of their comments as they scrolled by.
“Baby, you are so cute. Live streaming again? You should be tucked in bed at this hour!”
“Sweetie, have you told your mommy and daddy about wanting a little brother?”
“Little girl, you’re so pretty. If you have a little brother, he would definitely be a handsome baby…”
Realization dawned on Isabella—these virtual strangers were Nana’s mysterious “they.” Yet one question still nagged at her.
Despite Nana’s remarkable comprehension and learning abilities, which far surpassed children her age, she was still a preschooler. How could she possibly understand those comments?
As if answering her mother’s unspoken question, Nana pressed her finger against one of the comments. A cool blue light illuminated her small face as it pulsed from the smartwatch’s screen. Then, a mechanical voice crisply articulated every word of the selected message.
After attentively listening to the watch’s robotic recitation, Nana responded to each comment in her sweet, melodious voice.
After addressing several messages, she announced to her virtual audience, “It’s very late. You all should get some rest, and I’m going to sleep. Good night, everyone.”
Having closed the live stream, Nana turned to face her dumbfounded parents, her expression suddenly all business.
“Mommy, Daddy, I have met your requirements, so shouldn’t you meet mine too?” she asked with disarming logic.
As the truth unfolded before them, Andrew’s initially suppressed anger dissolved into profound helplessness, leaving him utterly at a loss for words.
It was a good thing that his daughter was bright beyond her years, but her precocious nature sometimes left her parents feeling utterly out of their depth.
However, Andrew now faced a more pressing dilemma.
Nana’s sudden desire for a little brother—likely inspired by seeing El—stemmed from childish innocence. She couldn’t possibly comprehend what bringing another child into the world would mean for Isabella.
Andrew had no way to explain childbirth to Nana without touching on its beautiful yet brutal reality—the very pain he had vowed Isabella would never endure again.
With gentle diplomacy, Andrew could only offer his daughter a temporary compromise. “Sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy understand your request, but a little brother isn’t something we can conjure up overnight. Give us some time to think about it, okay?”
The words seemed to resonate with Nana, who had heard similar phrases in the live stream comments.
She nodded with surprising maturity. “Okay, but Mommy and Daddy, you must try your best.”
Andrew felt a knot form in his stomach at Nana’s earnest instruction to “try your best.” Masking his unease, he reached out and tousled her silky hair.
“Daddy understands. Now that you’ve said your piece, it’s time for little princesses to get their beauty sleep.”
“Okay, Mommy, Daddy, good night.”
Nana wrapped her tiny arms around Isabella’s and Andrew’s necks in turn, planting a feather-light kiss on each of their cheeks before obediently climbing into her elaborate princess-themed bed.
As Nana’s eyelids fluttered closed, Isabella gently dimmed the lights in her room.
Standing in the hallway outside Nana’s bedroom, Isabella and Andrew exchanged meaningful glances.
Neither of them had ever imagined they would one day find themselves being nudged toward expanding their family by none other than their own daughter.
There had been a time when Isabella had yearned for another baby.
But after witnessing Andrew’s profound terror during Nana’s birth and his subsequent vow to never let Isabella endure such suffering again, she had quietly tucked away her dreams of a second child.
Isabella couldn’t help but recall the gleam of excitement in her daughter’s eyes whenever she talked about having a little brother. She pressed her lips together, caught in indecision.
On one side stood the man she loved; on the other, her precious daughter. If it were just about her, she could accept either choice. But knowing that no matter what she decided, one of them would be left disappointed weighed heavily on her heart.
Andrew had no idea what was running through Isabella’s mind. Seeing the contemplation flickering in her gaze, he assumed Nana’s words had stirred something in her.
He pulled her gently into his arms, his hand resting on her waist as he reassured her, “Isabella, don’t think too much about it. I was just saying that for Nana’s sake. She’ll forget about it soon. I promised you — I won’t let you suffer again.”
Isabella glanced at Andrew. His expression was serious yet steady as he walked beside her. The words she wanted to say remained unspoken.
Once they returned to their room, Isabella and Andrew lay down together.
The familiar scent of lavender wrapped around Isabella, usually enough to lull her into sleep. But tonight, every time she closed her eyes, Nana’s words echoed in her mind.
In the silence of the night, the memories she had buried during the day crept back in.
She suddenly remembered the moment she first found out she was pregnant with Nana—how Andrew had been elated, brimming with joy and excitement.
Every time Nana moved inside her, and Andrew noticed, his face lit up in pure amazement.
He had clearly looked forward to their baby’s arrival.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered open.
She recalled how Andrew’s attitude had shifted after witnessing the pain childbirth had put her through. The fear that took root in him only deepened when he learned of the tragedies some women faced during labor. It had left him with a grim view of having another child. Yet, Andrew was someone who cherished family above all else. He had lost his closest blood relatives at a young age—how could he not yearn for another connection, another heartbeat tied to his own?
It dawned on Isabella then—Andrew’s supposed resolve not to have another baby wasn’t truly his own. He had simply chosen her, without hesitation, over the longing buried deep within him. That realization sent a tremor through Isabella’s heart.
She knew her own body, understood her own strength. She could endure the hardships of carrying a child. More than that, she had the courage to embrace the hope that came with it.
If Andrew was willing to make sacrifices for her, then why couldn’t she take the first step to fulfill not just his wishes, but also their daughter’s? After all, she loved children. And more than anything, she longed for a home filled with warmth, laughter, and the sound of tiny feet running through the halls.
Turning her head, she looked at Andrew lying beside her.
The steady rhythm of his breathing filled the quiet room, but Isabella knew—he was still awake. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his sharply defined features.
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