Once Lulu put Star back in her crib, Star started bawling as if there were thorns on the mattress.
Lulu smiled exasperatedly, “Oh, Star. How am I going to make your milk if you want me to carry you around?”
Still, unable to argue against Star’s large, dewy eyes, Lulu had no choice but to carry her as she made milk. As soon as she held the bottle to Star’s lips, Star began drinking furiously, most likely hungry.
Lulu patted her tiny back. “Slow down, Star, or you’ll choke.”
Naturally, no one would answer that question.
As Lulu น
Star, she was drinking so fervently that she sweated over her that tenderly and sed While Lulu gently wiped her forehead, Star fell asleep before she finished her bottle.
When Lulu picked up the bottle, Star Oer eyes again, turning here everywhere to look for it, as if she did not have her fill Lulu returned the bottle, and she started to nibble on the bottle’s nipple again. However, she was not drinking-she just liked to nibble as she slept.
Lulu rocked her and waited until she was asleep before taking away the bottle.
As Star did not wake up, she put her in her cradle and gently rocked her.
Once she was sure Star was sound asleep, Lulu washed the bottle and put it in the sterilizer.
Over at Franconia, Erin was admitted to the hospital after she took a m tumble.
The showed told her so since she miscarriage, a swet Abigail brought Baby along to visit.
“What happened?” she asked sternly.
“How could you let that happen?
What if the worst happens?”
Erin appeared depressed at that.
As Abigail had Baby hand Erin a bouquet, Erin smiled at the child as she took the flowers. “Thanks, Baby.” Baby smiled, baring a row of stark white teeth.
Since Baby really looked like Abigail, she said, “You’ll definitely become a pretty boy when you grow up.” Abigail rolled her eyes. “Why does that sound like an insult instead-a pretty boy with a girly face and all?”
“That’s twisting words,” Erin replied with a giggle. “He would definitely be a macho man.”
“Aunt Erin,” Baby blurted just then, able to speak basic words and phrases now.
Erin patted his head. “Where’s your brother?”
“School,” Baby said adorably.
“You’re so cute.” Erin grinned before looking up at Abigail. “How’d you know I was here?”
“James was calling Diarmuid in the morning, but I answered,” Abigail replied.
“Oh,” Erin replied, chagrined. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
“So, what happened here? How did you tumble? You should really be careful in your final trimester,” Abigail said, her tone stern again.
Erin fiddled her fingers. “I thought I should make breakfast for James when I woke up, and the floor was wet, so I slipped.”
She was too embarrassed to tell the truth. Though making breakfast was no lie, she fell because she tried to dodge James’ impending kiss flirtatiously.
Naturally, that was too embarrassing to say, just as she knew she would regret it if anything bad happened to her baby.
“Just be careful from now on-you’re pregnant,” Abigail said as she straightened Erin’s blanket. “Anything you’d like to eat? I can get it for you.”
Erin quickly shook her head, too embarrassed to impose. “No, I’m fine.”
“What did your doctor say anyway?” Abigail asked.
“Nothing-I was just told to rest. I could do that at home, but James insisted,” Erin smiled blissfully as she remembered James.
Abigail smiled in turn. “He’s worried, and he’s doing it for your child. Just stay here for a while, and go back when you’re better.”
Erin nodded, and suddenly asked, “Don’t you think it’s too much to be a housewife? Why do women have to sacrifice their career while men don’t?”
Abigail glanced at the baby who sat on her lap, playing with a toy dog that looked so real. It was adorable and would move and bark if the switch on its belly was turned on.
Tousling his hair tenderly, Abigail looked at Erin and said, “I don’t consider it a sacrifice—it’s just a tit-for-tat. He has to work so that I don’t have to worry about money, while I take care of the family in return. Seeing our children grow up is happiness in itself. Even now, I feel like I owe Tommy because I didn’t take care of him much when he was growing up. I wasn’t there when he started to learn to walk, grew his first tooth, or said his first words. It’s as if he sprouted while I didn’t do anything for him.”
“That’s why I want to take good care of both my sons until they grow up from now on. Sure, a good career is a measure of success, but to faise my children so that they grow strong and healthy is a form of success too.”
Erin nodded thoughtfully-that made sense from a point of view. “Many mothers in ordinary households have to take the cake of their children and do housework. We’re much luckier in comparison.”
“Yes, we are,” Abigail replied-they might have their fair share of troubles, but not when it came to money.
“I’d like to watch my child grow up too,” Erin said, rubbing her bulging belly. “I I really love him, and’t don’t get why someone would abandon their own flesh and blood. How vile could they be?”
Abigail could see that Erin was emotional as she remembered she was an orphan and patted her hand. “They probably had no choice.”
Naturally, there were failures of parents who did not love their children, but Abigail was convinced there were those who were compelled by circumstances.
“Don’t stress over nothing now,” she added. “You’re pregnant.”
Erin nodded. “I know. I’m not.”
It just suddenly came to mind and she got a little emotional-she was adopted, but she was given all the love in the world by her adopted parents and then some.
She had nothing to complain about, let alone grieve over. In fact, she would not be enjoying everything she had now if she had not been abandoned.
Erin had always held a heart of gratitude and therefore always took joy in what she had, never complaining.
On the other hand, James took leave over the next couple of days to take care of her.
He arrived at Erin’s ward with food and smiled when he saw Abigail. “Hello, Mrs. Althoff.”
Abigail nodded in turn. “Take good care of her and don’t let her slip again. You need to be very careful during pregnancy.”
James nodded awkwardly. “Yes, it was my fault for not taking good care of her.”
“Mom, I’m hungry.” Baby tugged on Abigail’s sleeve just then.
Abigail placed him on her lap and tousled his jet-black hair.
His facial features were more pronounced these days, which accentuated his resemblance to Diarmuid. They were less obvious with his younger chubbiness.
Blinking his round, black eyes, Baby said, “I want to eat.”
Carrying him up in her arms, Abigail said, “I’m taking Baby for lunch.”
“Then hurry,” Erin urged. “Don’t starve him.”
“Actually, he can have some of the food I bought,” James suggested.
Abigail smiled. “Save it for Erin. Baby is picky and stops eating something entirely once he decides he hates it on the first bite. I’m going now-I’ll come by again tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to run around for me, Abigail. That’s too much trouble,” Erin said, winking at Abigail. “James has taken a couple of days off, and I’m fine enough to get discharged soon. I’d be embarrassed if you had to dote on me like this.”
Abigail thought about it. “Okay.”
“I’ll walk you to your car,” James offered.
“You don’t have to. My chauffeur’s waiting,” Abigail told him.
James nodded, and Abigail left the hospital with Baby in her arms. “Ma’am,” the chauffeur greeted her, alighting to open the door for her. As she carried Baby into the car, she told him, “Let’s go to the diner.”
It was Baby’s favorite diner, and they headed inside to take a seat, ordering their specialties of sead. neg pie and shrimp soup since it was a good place for seafood. S
Baby was dressed in a white jacket with blue jeans and white skate shoes, giving him a clean and cute appearance. His little cheeks were fair and his round spirited eyes made him especially adorable.
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