Chapter 399
Julian couldn’t remain calm for a second. He paced back and forth, wiped the sweat from his brow, and kept sneaking peaks through the door, then finally couldn’t take it anymore.
He stepped up and grabbed Julian by the collar. “Will you chill out? Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Easy for you to say—she’s not your wife in there,” Julian shot back, shaking off Thorn’s hand and giving him a dirty look.
Thorn’s mouth twitched, and he fell silent.
“How’s it going? Sienna hasn’t had the baby yet, has she?” Deml strode over with Aider.
“Not yet,” Vivian said, shaking her head.
Vivian squeezed her fists, glancing anxiously at the doors to the operating room.
Nathan gave her hand a comforting pat. “Don’t worry, everything’s under control. The top doctors are in there, plus Jason and Zane are with her.”
Vivian nodded.
After three nerve–wracking hours, the wails of newborns finally shattered the tense silence. A nurse came out, cradling three babies in her arms.
“Congratulations! It’s two boys and a girl,” she announced.
Thorn beat Julian to it and asked, “How’s Sienna? Is she okay?”
Julian stomped hard on Thorn’s shoe and strode straight into the operating room.
“Where’s my wife?” he demanded.
“Mr. Ford, your wife is just a bit worn out from the delivery. She’s resting right now and will be moved to her room soon,” the nurse replied.
Half an hour later, Sienna was lying in her hospital bed, and Julian was so nervous he barely dared to breathe. He held her hand tightly, pressing it gently
to his cheek.
‘Sienna,‘ he murmured softly.
The rest of the family was gathered nearby, fussing over the babies. The room was so spacious and bright, it could easily hold hundreds of people.
Julian couldn’t stand the noise anymore, so he shut the glass door behind him, leaving just him and Sienna alone together.
The babies didn’t look like the usual wrinkly newborns–they were picture–perfect, like little porcelain angels.
All three of them had their eyes closed, sucking on their fingers, and sleeping soundly.
Vivian wiped away her tears. These were Sienna’s babies–her family, too.
Sienna woke up to find it was already night. The first thing she saw was Julian’s worried gaze fixed on her. She reached out and gently smoothed the furrow between his brows.
“I’m fine,” Sienna murmured.
Julian’s eyes were rimmed with red, but he smiled and squeezed her hand. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Sienna said, “They’re my children too.“/
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Chapter 399
The babies belonged to both of them.
A few days later, Sienna glanced at the noisy little ones in their stroller if they weren’t crying, they were eating. She couldn’t take the racket, so she just dumped them on Julian and the others to deal with,
Meanwhile, the basked in the sun and worked on her training, focusing on getting her strength back.
Julian, for his part, was all gentle hands and careful moves–changing diapers, cleaning the babies up, and rocking them to sleep with the kind of patience no one expected from him.
Thorn showed up, feeling a pang of jealousy. He stared at the three little ones in the crib some of them looked a bit like Julian, which he found kind of
annoying.
But even more, they resembled Sienna.
And that, he actually liked.
Thorn watched Julian’s every move with eager eyes. After seeing him stand there for two hours, Julian finally took pity on him and handed him the baby girl.
“Be careful,” he warned.
Thorn’s breath caught, his heart practically in his throat. ‘She’s so tiny.
‘How can something be this small? And so soft.
‘I’m totally going to break her. Seriously, she’s going to fall apart in my hands.
‘What am I supposed to do now?‘ he freaked out.
Thorn was sweating bullets, swallowing nervously.
The little girl was rosy and chubby, with long, curled lashes that fluttered softly like butterfly wings. Her big eyes blinked up at him, full of curiosity as she
studied this stranger.
Her tiny hands looked like freshly bloomed magnolia buds, her knuckles plump and round, and the backs of her hands dimpled with soft baby creases.
All of a sudden, her feet–plump as little balls, with toes as pink and round as pearls–kicked out energetically.
She moved with such lively strength, like a little silkworm eager to break out of its cocoon.
Thorn went pale, panic filling his face as he looked helplessly at Julian for help.
“Julian, what do I do? She’s moving!” Thorn yelped, his voice cracking with panic.
Julian was utterly speechless.
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