Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

"When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You," Julian grapples with the tension brewing between him and Sydney, his partner. He realizes that Sydney's recent coldness is a response to his careless comment about their unborn child's gender, which she already knows. This revelation weighs heavily on him, as he struggles with the idea of their daughter becoming an older sister, a role he feels she should not have to bear.

His heart sinks at the thought of losing her status as the cherished younger sibling, reflecting his deep desire to protect her innocence and happiness. During dinner, Agatha, Julian's grandmother, observes the emotional turmoil he is experiencing and confronts him about his strained relationship with Sydney. Her remarks are sharp yet caring, revealing her concern for both Julian and Sydney. Agatha's fierce defense of Sydney and her playful reprimands serve to highlight the familial bonds and the expectations placed upon Julian.

He feels a mix of frustration and amusement at Agatha's boldness, realizing that his family dynamics are shifting as Sydney's pregnancy progresses. As Julian reflects on Agatha's words, he acknowledges the importance of communication in their relationship. He realizes that his tendency to bottle up emotions is contributing to the rift between him and Sydney. The chapter captures Julian's internal struggle, as he grapples with feelings of inadequacy and the pressure of impending fatherhood.

He reflects on his own family experiences, particularly the burdens placed on women, and wishes to shield his daughter from any similar expectations. By the end of the chapter, Julian resolves to mend his relationship with Sydney, feeling a sense of urgency to address the misunderstandings between them. Agatha's suggestion to formalize their relationship through marriage lingers in his mind, prompting him to consider the importance of commitment amidst the chaos of their lives.

Julian's determination to reconnect with Sydney signifies a turning point, as he seeks to embrace the changes that come with parenthood while still cherishing their bond. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **TITLE: When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 550** **Chapter 550** Julian was acutely aware of her intentions. That reply she had tossed his way was never meant for Polly; it was a calculated jab directed squarely at him, a small but pointed act of retribution that made his heart sink.

As he made his way downstairs for dinner, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. She already knew the gender of their baby. Earlier, he had carelessly uttered the opposite of the truth, a misstep that now seemed foolish. It was no wonder she had been giving him that icy attitude. Agatha, seated beside him at the table, observed the subtle changes in his expression, her keen eyes catching every flicker of emotion. She chose her moment wisely, waiting until he had finished his meal before breaking the silence.

She's the one who's losing her temper at me," he retorted, his voice rising slightly. The truth was, he simply could not bear the thought of

of her family's expectations and responsibilities, and the sight of her struggling to keep everything together exhausted him. He longed for his own daughter to remain the cherished younger sibling, the one who would be doted upon and protected-a precious little jewel in the family's crown. As soon as he finished his thought, a sharp slap landed on the back of his head, jolting him

tightly wound her grandson was, it was nothing short of a miracle that someone like Sydney could tolerate him. Julian rubbed the sore spot on his head, incredulous at her audacity. "Whose grandmother are you supposed to be?" he exclaimed, disbelief coloring his voice. How could she be so bold as

into this feisty version of herself? Seeing the fondness in her gaze, Julian couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Fine. Every last one of you can side with her," he conceded, a reluctant smile creeping onto his face. Peter, the ever-observant little brother, piped up, "Polly made tonic for Sydney but just reheated leftovers for

isn't it? People need to communicate! She's pregnant, and her hormones are all over the place. Right now, she's at her most sensitive. You need to stop bottling things

But what was done was done. If their child was destined to be an older sister, then so be it. He could still shower her with love and treat her as the baby of the family. His daughter would never have to bear any burdens-her only role would be to reign as the family's little princess. Yet, he also recognized the validity of Agatha's argument. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of resolve creeping into his voice. "All right,