Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 461: Becoming Childish

Chapter 461: Becoming Childish

"Ella, what’s wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?" Eric leaned in nervously when he noticed that the usually cheerful Ella had suddenly gone quiet.

Ella quickly grabbed his large hand. "Honey, our babies are moving! Haha... they moved!"

Fetuses typically start moving around four months, but it was now five months, and the two little ones had only just made their first faint movements. Ella was both surprised and delighted!

She had been worried that something was wrong because the babies hadn’t moved at all before.

However, the checkups hadn’t revealed any issues.

Eric, overcome with excitement, knelt down and pressed his ear against Ella’s belly. He felt a faint movement, but then it was quiet again.

Ella looked a little disappointed, but Eric raised his head with a beaming smile. His handsome face flushed with excitement. "Our daughters moved! But... they seem really lazy—just one movement and then nothing?"

Ella couldn’t help but laugh. "The babies are still tiny. Do you think they’ll be kicking and stretching like they’re seven or eight months along?"

Eric let out a little "oh." "That’s true. You had me so nervous!"

Ella gently stroked her belly, imagining the two little ones inside.

Would they look like Eric? Or more like her?

Either way, they’d surely be either very handsome or absolutely beautiful.

"Let me listen again!" Eric wasn’t ready to give up yet. He moved Ella’s hand aside and pressed his ear to her belly once more.

Ella chuckled softly and reached out to run her fingers lightly through his hair. "Hear anything?"

"No, and I’m a little disappointed. Do you think they don’t like me as their dad?"

Eric pouted, his face suddenly taking on the innocence of a child. Ella burst into laughter again.

"You’re as naive as a three-year-old! The little ones don’t dislike you. They’re just too small to understand anything yet."

Eric sat up, pulling Ella into his arms and gently stroking her belly. Since they were expecting twins, her belly at five months was already as big as a typical pregnancy at six or seven months.

"Are you bored staying at home all the time? How about I take you to the botanical garden for a little outing?" Eric said softly, brushing her bangs aside with care.

Ella blinked. Over the past month, she’d only gone out once—to have dinner with Lucas and Chloe’s family. Other than that, she hadn’t ventured outside.

"Sure. By the way, I heard Grandma Davis is in the hospital. Should we visit her?" Ella looked at Eric warmly. Grandma Davis’s health had been worsening, and she probably didn’t have much time left. However, thanks to Eric’s arrangements, the staff around Grandma Davis had kept her from learning that Ella had reunited with her biological father, Lucas.

If she ever found out the truth, it would surely hurt and anger her deeply.

"If you’d like. But the doctors said her condition has deteriorated to an irreversible stage. She keeps insisting on leaving the hospital, saying she doesn’t want to waste money on her care."

Hearing this, Ella’s expression dimmed slightly. The Davis family bloodline was already thin, and aside from Robert, Grandma Davis had no other children.

The extended family, wary of Nelson Group’s influence, stayed away from anything involving Grandma Davis and Ella.

"If she wants to leave, then let her. Elderly people in Country S don’t like staying in hospitals. Grandma Davis probably feels the same." Ella paused, her gaze darkening.

Life and death are inevitable, and while she didn’t dislike Grandma Davis, some things simply couldn’t be avoided.

Eric nodded and immediately called his staff at the hospital, instructing them to arrange for Grandma Davis’s discharge.

After the phone call, Ella decided to head outside for a walk.

Although she had been staying at the villa these past days, she often strolled around the garden for some light exercise. However, being confined to the same small space was undeniably stifling.

Both LXL and LX were thriving now, so Eric rarely spent much time at the company. Instead, he reviewed documents in his study at home during the evenings, dedicating the rest of his time to Ella.

He had kept his promise: to be there for their children, watching them grow day by day.

Ella thought that perhaps Eric, having lost his father’s love after the age of seven, was determined never to let his own children feel that same absence.

After packing a few essentials, the couple, accompanied by bodyguards, set off for the botanical garden.

It was winter, and the temperature outside was quite low. But Ella stayed warm in a wool sweater and a custom-made down jacket that Eric had specially ordered for her. The chilly wind barely registered.

Joining them at the botanical garden were Amanda, Chloe, and a few others.

To ensure Ella’s safety, Eric had invited several friends along. This way, it was more difficult for strangers to approach her.

Today, however, there weren’t many visitors at the garden. Perhaps the cold weather had kept most people indoors, seeking warmth.

Barely half an hour into their stroll, Ella started feeling waves of hunger. The tantalizing aroma of grilled food wafting through the air only made her stomach growl louder.

"Hubby, I’m starving! I want to eat some barbecue over there!"

Ella looked pleadingly at the barbecue stand in the distance, turning her gaze to Eric, who was engrossed in studying the plants.

Ever since she got pregnant, she hadn’t touched barbecue. Eric had declared it unsuitable for expectant mothers and had strictly forbidden it.

"You’re hungry already? But the food outside isn’t clean. That’s why I had Mia bring plenty of snacks. Go see what she’s got for you," Eric said with a cheerful smile.

Ella’s face fell, and she tugged at his sleeve with a pitiful expression. "Hubby, I really, really want some barbecue!"

"Barbecue? Pregnant women shouldn’t eat that! Here, I have some whole-grain bread. My family’s chef made it himself—hygienic and delicious!" Amelia interjected enthusiastically, offering her bread.

Ella shook her head. "But... those grilled chicken wings smell so, so good!"

Her eyes stayed fixed on the row of golden, crispy chicken wings at the barbecue stand, her mouth watering uncontrollably.

Seeing Ella’s longing expression, Eric hesitated, unable to resist. "Fine, I’ll go get some—but you can only have one bite. Just a small one!"

Ella immediately nodded. "Yes! Just one bite, a small one! Go quickly, hubby!"

Eric gently patted her cheek and planted a loving kiss on her face. "Wait for me over there," he said, gesturing to a small pavilion nearby where they could rest.

As Eric walked off, clearly on a mission, their friends looked on in disbelief. Amanda’s jaw dropped.

"Uh... is that really the same Mr. Nelson from the company? The one who’s always so stern, with that icy glare and commanding aura?"