A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1492
Eleanor chuckled, “Hailey just tried to name the baby, and he threw a fit, kicking and screaming. I thought something was wrong
and was about to call the doctor, but as soon as Hailey said she’d pick a different name, he quieted down...”
Bernard propped himself up with one arm on the hospital bed, leaning in close to Eleanor, he lowered his head to gaze at the
baby cradled in her arms. “What name did she come up with that he hates so much?”
The question was directed at Hailey, who was now the center of attention. With a shy glance at Bernard, she confessed,
“Lovenor Laurence.”
As soon as the name left her lips, the baby resumed his protest, kicking his legs and crying as if his little heart was breaking. It
was clear that to the baby, the name was more offensive than being called little damn or some other unflattering nickname.
Seeing that she had upset the little one again, Hailey quickly reached out, gently patting the baby’s belly, cooing, “Alright, alright,
we won’t call you that. We’ll find you the most beautiful name later...”
Bernard, considering Hailey was Eleanor’s sister, decided to let it slide for now. “I’ll take care of the naming,” he declared
confidently.
Pulling out his phone, Bernard scrolled through a list of names before showing a few to Eleanor. Each time she read one out
loud, the baby would start his kicking and crying routine all over again.
Eventually, exhausted from crying, the baby just lay there, glaring with his little legs still and his tiny fists pumping in the air,
babbling angrily as if cursing in an unintelligible baby language.
Both Eleanor and Hailey were stunned, but Bernard simply flicked the baby’s cheek with a finger, “Looks like this little guy is
going to be quite the handful when he grows up.”
The baby, not taking kindly to Bernard’s touch, turned his head away, avoiding his finger. It was one thing to dodge a caress, but
as he turned, he also let out a little grunt.
Bernard’s face changed at the sound, but Eleanor laughed, “That’s what you get for arbitrarily picking names. Now you’ve ticked
off your own son.”

After a moment’s consideration, Bernard declared, “Since he doesn’t want me to choose his name, we’ll just let him pick for
himself during the ‘Grabbing Ceremony”.”
Understanding more than one might expect, the baby in Eleanor’s arms reached out to Bernard, asking for an embrace. Bernard
glanced at him and said dryly, “You don’t want me to name you, but you want me to hug you? Dream on.”
Both Eleanor and Hailey shook their heads helplessly.
After a six-month coma and several months of rehabilitation, Eleanor was finally ready to leave the hospital and return to Fiord
Roundabout.
Concerned about the germs in the hospital, they didn’t want the baby to stay with them there. In the meantime, Cedric and Hailey
had been taking care of the little one, although initially they had considered having Bryson take the baby home to be cared for by
a nanny. But the baby had grown so attached to Cedric and his wife that he wouldn’t let anyone else touch him.
Hailey was more than happy to look after the little tyke, occasionally bringing him to the hospital for a visit. During these visits,
Eleanor noticed how exceptionally bright her child was, possessing a cunning intellect that seemed almost unnerving.
Especially on the day of the ‘Grabbing Ceremony... They had to grab twice, once for objects and once for names. The objects
were gifts from the Laurences and the Sharp family, including items from Pearce Hooper and George.
The day was lively, with Fiord Roundabout’s garden beautifully decorated. A red carpet stretched from the staircase to the front
door, and the trees were adorned with festive lights. Luxury cars lined the driveway as relatives in formal attire came and went.
Bryson welcomed the guests with warmth while the servants watched over the children playing. Eleanor and Hailey held their
babies, waiting for Pearce and George to set the items out.
Since the baby was premature and not far apart in age from Hailey’s, Cedric suggested the three kids participate in the
ceremony together, taking turns based on their age, with his twins going first.
Bernard didn’t argue with Cedric, curious to see what Cedric’s children would grab, perhaps to have a good laugh at his expense
later.
Cedric, doting on his daughter, once the items were set on the carpet, took her from Hailey’s arms and placed her down gently.
He stroked her head and encouraged, “Selene, go for that classic novel, sweetheart...”

He hoped his daughter would be well-read, eclipsing Bernard’s achievements. So he kept nudging her towards the books. But
baby Selene, after crawling around for a bit, set her sights on a stack of cash right at the edge of the carpet. Under the watchful
eyes and cameras, she snatched it up with precision.
Cedric was taken aback, then burst into fury, “Who put this here? Who put the cash down?!”
Pearce, who had been filming, raised his chin defiantly, “That was my doing, got a problem with that?”
Cedric sprung to his feet, “Out of all the cultured and refined items to choose from, you drop a stack of cash? What, you think I’m
poor?!”
Pearce rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront him, but George intervened, ‘Your scrawny self won’t stand a chance against Mr.
Laurence. Let’s not delay the ceremony, let’s keep going.”