My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1995

Eight months later.

Adrienne had given birth to a daughter, gathering the entire Yard family in Chatterton Town.

Everyone was in high spirits but Jefferson had a sour expression on, as if that was the worst day of his life.

Sierra found a moment and went over to Jefferson. "Hey, Jeff. Adrienne just gave birth but why do you have such a long face on? Did you want a son instead or something?"

Jefferson responded rudely, "It doesn't matter to me whether it's a boy or a girl. That little girl is our daughter, and I'll love her no matter what."

Sierra continued, "Why do you look so upset then?"

"Must I have a reason for that?" Well, he was angry at himself. Adrienne had almost lost her life in the labor room earlier, but he hadn't been able to offer any help.

Throughout Adrienne's pregnancy, Jefferson had done an enormous amount of research and found out that a C- section birth was relatively safer.

Hence, he'd insisted that Adrienne undergo a cesarean operation instead.

On the other hand, Adrienne, that little idiot, with their obstetrician's approval, insisted on going for natural birth.

The two of them had been fighting over that matter for a few months but Adrienne refused to compromise and ended up making him watch her go through all that pain just to give birth to their child.

Sierra glared at him and said, "Don't you know that new mothers are vulnerable after childbirth? Aren't you afraid that she will misunderstand you if you keep having that expression on?"

"The truth is, I'm scared," said Jefferson with a sigh.

Sierra said, "You? Scared? Are you kidding me?"

"I used to think that I could do anything and I was confident I could protect the woman I love. But I felt so useless when she was in the labor room. There was nothing I could do to help her when she was in pain. It was said that a woman's constitution is weaker than a man, but why did God make it so that women are the one to bear children and not men?" asked Jefferson.

Sierra did not expect Jefferson to say something like that. Gratified, she said, "Hey, who knows?

Maybe after a few decades, men will be able to carry babies instead of women."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going to see my babies." Jefferson prepared some baby formula and brought it to the room. His sullen expression turned gentle as soon as he entered the room. "Little Specky, are you feeling better now?"

"You took such good care of me, of course I'm feeling much better." Before going into labor, Adrienne was worried that Jefferson wouldn't know how to take care of a baby. If so, she would have to bear the burden of taking care of a child all by herself.

Unexpectedly, not only did Jefferson take care of her well, he even took superb care of their baby. Arguably, better than she did.

Initially, they had hired a nanny, and Britney had also volunteered to help take care of the baby. However, Jefferson insisted on doing all those on his own. Not only did he take care of Adrienne, he did everything else on his own too, including changing the baby's diapers and feeding the baby.

"It's time to feed her. You should get some more sleep while I feed her," urged Jefferson as he cradled the child in his arms and fed her milk, carefully and considerately.

Never needed to take care of their daughter, all Adrienne could do every day ever since giving birth was eat and sleep. So how could she possibly fall right back to sleep then?

She gazed up at Jefferson, and then back down at the baby in his arms. A veritable warmth swept over her heart.

In fact, Adrienne had lived feeling like a sinner ever since what had happened with her father. She had never even thought that she would be able to lead such a simple, peaceful and happy life.

Jefferson had always been by her side; he had helped her get through those difficult times.

"Jeff..." She whispered to him, and he immediately looked up at her, his face unable to conceal his concern. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"