Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 29 - 27: Feeling Like Her Head Wants a Divorce from Her Body
At the sound of this voice, Javier Sinclair’s clenched fist finally relaxed.
"Mm."
He lifted his gaze slightly, his eyes falling on the child in Nerida’s arms before shifting to the room. "How is she?"
Nerida had to suppress a smile.
’Men. They’re all so obsessed with their pride.’
’The Exalted One was clearly worried sick about her.’
"Madam is fine, just exhausted from giving birth. She was trembling and incredibly tense earlier, so I let her get some rest. The Exalted One can go in to see her shortly."
Nerida gestured to him.
"Exalted One, would you like to hold the Young Master?"
"No need."
He had never held such a small child before; he couldn’t even bring himself to extend his hands.
Nerida stepped forward and carefully offered the child to him. "Just hold him. If you don’t know how, you can learn. You’re his father. You’ll be holding him a lot in the future. This is your son."
Javier Sinclair stiffly extended his arms and took the baby.
Slowly, he adjusted his posture, settling the child in his arms. He looked down at the swaddled infant, so small and fair-skinned. The baby was awake, his eyes open.
’This child... he has both Demonic Qi and Spiritual Energy coexisting within him without any rejection. I’ve never seen a constitution like this before.’
His gaze shifted toward the room.
’But considering he was born from that woman, it’s not so strange. After all, the woman in there has a Spirit Root that can grow out of her head and even bloom.’
Looking at the child in the swaddling clothes, a faint smile touched his cold face.
"What are you looking at? I’m your father."
The elder standing to the side came closer.
"The Young Master is so handsome. Congratulations to The Exalted One on the birth of your son."
"My son is naturally handsome."
The members of the Bloodfiend Den present were overjoyed at the child’s birth.
They placed their hands over their chests, bowed their heads, and dropped to one knee.
"Congratulations to The Exalted One on the birth of the Young Master! May the Bloodfiend Den last for eternity, and may The Blood-Venerate live forever!"
If Celeste Grant had been awake...
...she would have undoubtedly marveled at how fanatical and brainwashed this organization was.
For once, Javier Sinclair was in a good mood.
He glanced over the crowd and said lightly, "Go and receive your rewards."
Everyone was delighted.
"Thank you, Exalted One."
...
When Celeste Grant woke up...
...the first thing she did was feel for the baby beside her. He wasn’t there. A jolt of panic shot through her, and she scrambled out of bed.
"My baby! Where’s my baby?"
Perhaps because people had been plotting to steal her child’s Spirit Root even before he was born, Celeste Grant was terrified when she woke up and couldn’t see him.
Not yet fully awake, her first thought was that her son had been snatched away by the story’s female lead and her paramour.
She hastily tried to get up, her face a mask of fury as she moved to get off the bed.
"Jocelyn Grant, if you dare touch my son, I’ll kill you!"
But before her feet could touch the floor, someone approached and a hand reached out, grabbing her arm.
"Who is it?"
She looked up to see Javier Sinclair standing beside her. He was leaning over slightly, holding her arm to keep her from getting out of bed.
"You just gave birth. What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
His voice was deep, his handsome face stern and serious.
Celeste Grant ignored him, grabbing his hand and clutching his clothes with her other hand as she demanded to know.
"Where’s my son?"
She remembered seeing the baby and touching his little hand after she gave birth. She must have passed out from exhaustion afterward.
Javier Sinclair straightened up, released her arm, and pointed to the other side.
"Over there."
Celeste Grant followed his finger and saw a small cot placed on the other side of the bed. The baby was sleeping inside. The cot was beautifully crafted, like a cradle.
Seeing her baby was still there, Celeste Grant breathed a sigh of relief.
"I thought he was gone. You scared me. I guess ’pregnancy brain’ is a real thing."
Javier Sinclair, however, frowned slightly upon hearing this.
"What’s there to be afraid of? You think I’d harm him?"
Celeste Grant looked up at him, realizing he might have misunderstood. "I wasn’t talking about you. Of course I know you wouldn’t hurt him. I was just groggy and thought he was missing."
Javier Sinclair said nothing.
As she spoke, her gaze shifted to the cot, and she started to get up to bring her son over.
A hand pressed down on her shoulder.
"Don’t get out of bed unless you have to."
With that, he turned, walked to the cot, bent down, and picked up the baby.
’He knows how to hold a baby,’ Celeste Grant thought, a little surprised.
"Be careful! Don’t drop him."
Javier Sinclair sneered as he walked over with the baby. "Do you take me for a three-year-old?"
Seeing how competently he was holding the baby, Celeste Grant grew curious.
"Exalted One, do you have other children?"
His face darkened at her words.
"Where would I get other children? This is the only one."
"You women... What are you thinking? Are your heads filled with water?"
The moment he opened his mouth, Celeste Grant wanted to shut him up. ’This man’s mouth is pure poison. Such a waste of that gorgeous face.’
"Give me my son."
She reached out and took her son.
It was her first time holding a baby, so she was still a little clumsy, but once he was in her arms, she instinctively knew how to hold him.
"So adorable. My son."
She lovingly kissed his little hand.
"Sweetie, I’m your mommy."
The baby in her arms was awake, looking up at her with open eyes. But a newborn child understands nothing.
"So cute. Mommy loves you."
’So this is what it’s like. Every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful, and the more she looks, the more she loves them.’
Javier Sinclair stood to the side, quietly watching the mother and son with a complicated expression on his face.
Before she had come looking for him, he would have never in a million years believed a pregnant woman would show up on his doorstep.
His gaze fell upon her face.
’Mommy?’
’Does that mean "mother"?’
’What obscure corner of the world does that term come from?’
’It’s the first time I’ve ever heard it.’
Celeste Grant was smiling, but when she looked up and saw Javier Sinclair, she suddenly remembered what happened while she was giving birth. "I almost forgot. You were going to twist my head off, weren’t you?"
Javier Sinclair met her gaze calmly and said, "’You son of a bitch, you bastard, you asshole...’ I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how you were cursing, have you, Celeste Grant?"
At his reminder, it all came flooding back.
*Hiss.* ’Oh, mother of god, I’m dead, I’m so dead!’
She had absolutely reamed out The Archfiend.
At the time, she’d felt her strength fading, but hearing his words had made her erupt with a furious, primal energy, and she had let loose a torrent of curses at him.
Now, Celeste Grant understood. He had probably provoked her on purpose.
Still, it had been infuriating.
But now that she had calmed down and thought about the things she’d said...
...a chill ran down her spine. It felt like her head was about to part ways with her body.
She gave a dry laugh, her courage failing her. "Well, uh, you can’t really blame me for that. I was in so much pain I thought I was about to meet my maker, and then you said you were going to twist my head off. It was you who made me so angry."
Cradling the baby, she mumbled.
"How about... we just call it even?"
Javier Sinclair replied, "I’m not so petty as to argue with a woman who has just given birth."
