Next One Is a Babe

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Learning how Sophia was sick of healthy soups, the postnatal caregiver said in a soft voice, "Then I’ll try to make a lighter version of the soup for you in the future."

Although there were professionals in the Constance Residence’s kitchen, she was the best candidate to prepare Sophia’s postnatal food.

Sophia nodded. "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

After a while, Jennifer came to visit. Her attitude was much better than before, and she rushed over to the crib. "I heard that Sophia had been discharged from the hospital, so I’m here to see the baby."

The baby was being held by Matilda. He was staring wide-eyed at something random.

When Jennifer saw him, her expression immediately softened. "Oh, what are you looking at, baby? You look so serious."

Matilda asked, "How is Dylan?"

Jennifer's eyes were still on the baby. She just sighed and replied, "I don't care anymore. He can do whatever he wants. It’s his life, after all. If we micromanage too much, he’ll be upset at us again.”

Agreeing to her statement, Matilda nodded. "He’s all grown up now. I’m sure he knows what to do and what not to do."

Jennifer reached out and touched the baby’s face. "Actually, I just want to experience the joys of having a grandchild earlier. He only needs to give birth to a child, and he can do whatever he wants in the future. I won’t bother him anymore after that.” Then, she added, "You don't know how much I envy you now."

Matilda held the baby and bounced him gently. "You can’t force this kind of thing. It’s someone else's life, and it’s someone else’s child."

Jennifer stopped talking but continued looking at the little baby lovingly.

After sitting downstairs for a while, Sophia got up and went upstairs. Seeing that, John followed her.

A room was prepared for Sophia’s confinement to ensure her peace and quiet. If she and John slept separately, she would not be disturbed when John woke up in the morning or went to see the baby in the middle of the night.

However, John felt that it was a little too unnecessary. The child wasn’t sleeping with them, so there was no need for him and Sophia to be separated.

He followed Sophia into the confinement room. The furniture and decoration in the room were minimalistic, and there was not much difference.

Sophia went over and lay down on the bed. John couldn't help but lie down and hold her in his arms. After a brief pause, he then kissed her. Sophia pushed him a little but failed to push him off. Turning over, John pressed her down and kissed her fiercely.

After struggling a bit, Sophia gave up and put her arms around John's neck.

They kissed passionately and desperately, and it was John who took the initiative to stop at last.

He buried his head in Sophia's neck, his breathing somewhat unstable. "I have to wait more than a month, right?"

Blinking, Sophia stared at the ceiling. "After that, it's up to you how you want to deal with me."

John chuckled. "You say this now, but if you cry and refuse to go along with me, I can't do anything to you either."