She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 299: Peaceful Times

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: Peaceful Times

"Stop crying, little sis, will you forgive me if I apologize?" Luke hesitated.

"Really?" Willow put down her small hand, her eyes brightening as she looked at Luke, and immediately stopped crying. "If Brother apologizes, Willow will forgive him."

Luke thought to himself: One mustn’t argue with little girls, mustn’t argue.

"I’m sorry for what I said about Willow, is that okay now?"

"Yes, yes." Willow burst into smiles, grabbed Luke’s hand, and said, "Willow was also wrong before, I took up too much space. Next time, I’ll let brother stand in front."

"Next time?" Waylon Lewis’s face darkened.

What’s going on, they’re already planning next time?

Waylon saw that they’re really about to overdo it.

"No, not at all," Willow quickly hid behind Hope Williams.

Hope looked at her cunning daughter and then at Waylon, whose face was frowning, and could only smile helplessly in the end.

"Okay, let’s stop staring at each other. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make it for you."

Waylon came over and took Hope’s hand, "You go upstairs and rest, you don’t have to do anything."

"But I want to do something. After staying in the hospital for so long, I want to move around."

"You can go to the garden to water the plants, bask in the sun, and read some books," Waylon suggested. "I’ll call you when dinner is ready."

Seeing Waylon’s insistence and thinking of his carefulness, almost wanting to do everything for her as if fearing she’d be tired for even a moment, Hope didn’t insist.

"Alright then, I’ll take Luke and Willow out to play."

Waylon rubbed her hair softly, his tone gentle, "Okay, be careful, watch your step, don’t lift anything heavy, stay away from the pond, dress warmly, don’t catch a cold..."

Hope nodded hurriedly, "Ok, I got it, don’t worry."

Waylon was not only acting like a monk but almost became her mommy, worried and instructing her about everything.

Seeing Waylon leave, Hope somewhat fretted inwardly, but her face was filled with a blissful smile.

Hope took Luke and Willow to the garden. The sunlight today was just perfect, warm on the skin. Hope lazily rested on a large cradle, watching Luke and Willow playing on the soft lawn.

Hearing Luke and Willow’s joyful laughter, Hope felt doubly happy.

Hope was a bit dazed. She felt that her current happiness was enough to bury all the pain she had experienced in the past.

Hope was very content in this moment.

Her lover, her children were beside her, and the baby inside her. Hope gently placed her hand on her belly, her smile unabatingly tender.

"Luke, Willow, do you want a brother or a sister?" Hope asked them a question many mothers expecting their second child would.

Luke and Willow put down their toys, looking at Hope, seriously considering her question.

Willow said, "A sister."

Luke said, "A brother."

Hope blinked. "Why?"

Willow immediately answered, "Because if I get a sister, she can play with Barbie dolls with Willow!"

Luke didn’t like Barbie dolls at all, always playing alone, which felt lonely.

Luke pursed his lips, looked at Willow, remembered what just happened, and suddenly didn’t dare to say his thoughts. He feared another sister like Willow who loves to cry; he doubted he’d be able to cope alone. If it was a brother, the two boys could share handling Willow’s temperament.

"Actually, we don’t really want a brother or sister," Luke said poutingly.

"Oh? Why?" Hope stretched her hands and sat Luke and Willow down on either side, curious.

"Having a baby is so painful, almost like a life-and-death ordeal."

Luke and Willow, compared to having siblings, cared more about not wanting Hope to suffer or be in danger.

Hope blinked, "How do you know that?"

"Grandma and us watch TV, and it said so on TV."

Hope frowned slightly. Well, that figures. Alitzel loved watching TV dramas, often roping Luke and Willow to watch with her.

Hope had seen them three, clutching melon seeds, sitting on the sofa engrossed in palace intrigue dramas.

"Mommy, why doesn’t Daddy have the baby?" Luke looked at Hope with a curious baby expression and suddenly asked, "Why isn’t daddy the one who’s pregnant?"

"Yeah, yeah, why doesn’t daddy carry the baby in his tummy?" Willow joined in.

One question after another thrown at her, suddenly leaving Hope somewhat overwhelmed.

How should she explain to them why the baby is in her belly and not in Waylon’s?

"Because girls are the ones who get pregnant," Hope tried to organize her words and began explaining.

"Then why don’t boys get pregnant?" Willow said nibbling her fingertip, looking at Hope with curiosity.

"Because... because..."

"And Mommy, how did you get pregnant?" Luke asked again.

Question after question made Hope slightly embarrassed.

"Brother, you’re so silly. Willow knows this. The TV said it’s because mommy and daddy slept together that mommy got pregnant," Willow said.

Hope felt awkward. They really did watch too many TV dramas.

Luke nodded, "So it’s like that. Then why is it mommy who’s pregnant when mommy and daddy sleep together, not daddy?"

Hope tugged at her lips.

Back to this again.

"What are you talking about?" Waylon came over, "Dinner is ready."

Luke and Willow ran up to Waylon, looking up at him and starting to ask.

"Daddy, why don’t you get pregnant?"