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Millie was deeply touched. She didn’t think he’d be considerate enough to concede to her decision just because she was scared of pain. It took significant courage for a man, especially one from a prominent family, to express a desire against having a child.

Gently clasping Marcus’ hand, she shook her head.

“I’ve reconsidered. If I were to become pregnant, I’d embrace the journey of childbirth. Despite the pain, it’s a joyful experience.

Plus, getting pregnant isn’t always easy. Some individuals struggle even when they deeply desire it.”

Marcus was profoundly moved. He gently planted a kiss on her forehead and replied, “Alright.”

Before they engaged in intimacy, he rummaged through the drawer, only to find an absence of condoms. His impatience compelled him to proceed anyway.

In that moment, his thoughts revolved around a different matter—his close friend Vincent was on the verge of becoming a father. Last night, Millie had remarked on the vastness of their home and how it felt slightly desolate for just the two of them. This line of thinking prompted the notion that perhaps having a child could fill the void.

Unexpectedly, Millie lifted her gaze to meet his eyes as she asked, “Darling, can I ask you something?”

Marcus lowered his gaze, his finger grazing her lips. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

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“What is it?”

Hesitating, she asked again, “If your mother and I were both in the water, and you could only save one, who would it be?”

Marcus was stunned. The question caught him off-guard.

Whenever Millie looked at him in that particular manner, he had learned to anticipate that a curveball was coming. True to form, she posed an unexpected and rather whimsical question.

Upon observing his penetrating gaze fixed upon her, Millie’s nerves began to tingle. Was he upset? Did he think that she was trying to start a fight or something?

After a brief pause, as she surmised that his silence meant he wouldn’t have chosen to save her, Millie’s eyes lowered in disappointment. Her voice carried a trace of vulnerability as she asked, “You wouldn’t save me?”

Among the questions touted by netizens as the most challenging for a husband to answer, this particular query held that title. While she comprehended his rationale for saving Celeste, her spirits sank at the confirmation that he hadn’t picked her.

Confronted by Millie’s crestfallen expression, Marcus dispensed with any pretense, breaking into laughter. Playfully, he Lightly patted her tender buttocks as a playful reprimand. Why did she pose such a whimsical question?

“Of course, I’d save you. Dad would probably save Mom anyway.”

Even though he patted her buttocks, Millie was still delighted.

Several days later, just beyond the threshold of the delivery room, Millie and Marcus were awash in a sea of nerves. Then, half an hour afterward, a baby’s cry sliced through the tension like a knife.

“It’s a boy.”

Rylie had just given birth to a healthy boy tipping the scales at seven pounds. Swaddled in a small blanket, his skin was flushed red and his hair wispy. Millie took him gently into her arms, her eyes flicking up to the physician.

“How is Rylie holding up?” she inquired.

“Exceptionally well,” the doctor replied.