SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter Thirty-Two: Birth
Chapter Thirty-Two: Birth
A MONTH after Hyacinth’s recovery from her unconscious state, she experienced contractions in her belly. The doctors immediately responded to the emergency button that Max had pressed near the headrest.
The doctors moved her from the private room near the ICU to the OB-Ward to monitor her labor. Max couldn’t forget how much he hated to hear Hyacinth’s screams of agony as she endured the pain of labor. He was pale and shaking to the bone but, thankfully, having the twelve-year-old Erin beside him gave the assurance that Hyacinth will be fine.
A few hours after that, Erin Bismarck was born. Jean was absent on the Bismarcks’ special day because she just gave birth to a healthy baby boy more than a month earlier and is still resting.
Whilst looking through a transparent glass pane of the NICU, Erin, and Maine both giggled at the baby in the incubator. The baby is underweight because of the lack of proper nutrition that a baby needs while it’s still in Hyacinth’s tummy. It’s a bit yellowish, too, that’s why it’s inside the incubator. The nurse was kind enough to move the contraption with the baby Erin close to the glass pane where the Bismarcks can see the baby closely.
“Oh, look at you! You’re so tiny, Erin!”
“Is that really me? Why am I so small?” Erin giggled at Maine and proceeded to pout. “I look like a pufferfish with those cheeks. I didn’t know they were so fluffy before.”
Max massaged the hair on Erin’s head. “You’re perfect, Erin.”
His daughter embraced him with gentleness. “I love you, Dad.”
Maximillian Bismarck never thought that he could finally feel the fulfillment that he only heard of from his colleagues and business partners. Though his fellow businessmen’s satisfactions heavily relied on profitable business contracts, exclusive deals with other contractors, and the like, Max’s sense of fulfillment came from the fact that he’s now a father to a brilliant girl and a husband to the most compassionate woman he’d ever met.
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HYACINTH went home a few weeks after giving birth. The whole household staff took care of their belongings and welcomed her back to the mansion with huge smiles on their faces. Even if Hyacinth never really had the chance to bond with them, she knew that the household was genuinely concerned about Maximillian and his family.
Hyacinth cradled the sleeping newborn in her arms while her husband is beside her every step of the way, guiding her upstairs like she was crippled or something.
His firm hand held her waist to support her. It may seem like Max was being too overprotective, but Hyacinth knew better than to tell him ‘no’. Even if her motor skills had significantly improved within a month of physiotherapy before she gave birth, Maximillian never took his chances and left her on her own devices without him guarding her every move like a hawk hovering over its prey.
Maybe, it’s a good thing that he’s more involved with their family compared to other men. Hyacinth knew from experience that not every man has that instinct to be caring and nurturing. Ben Sinclair—Hyacinth’s father—wasn’t really a role model when it comes to parenthood.
“Max, I’ll be fine.”
“Not a chance. You just recovered from a comatose, then gave birth shortly after that. You’re not a freakin’ robot.”
A throaty chuckle escaped from her lips. She stopped in her tracks to face her husband behind her. He frowned.
“I’ll be fine. You can shower now and sleep.”
He just gave her a look of disapproval with his eyes that were surrounded by dark circles due to sleepless nights and restless mornings. He had been an attentive husband lately and a doting father to their newborn. Max canceled most of his meetings to be with her in the hospital and she appreciated that, but he might collapse and get hospitalized because of overexertion.
“You don’t want to stress me out, don’t you?” She tried to sound a little bit weary, wishing that it will be enough to make him listen to her. Actually, she’s using his concern for her as an advantage to get the upper hand.
He sighed heavily when they reached the landing on the 2nd floor. “Fine, I’ll take a shower.” He kissed her cheek. “But that’s it, love. I’m gonna check on you after that.”
The corners of her lips rose from ear to ear. Success!
He scratched his eyes. “Maybe, I’ll take a nap for a while.”
Hyacinth nodded with enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about baby and me. Erin and Maine will be in the nursery after they changed into their home clothes. They’ll keep me company.”
Max reached for her cheeks and caressed her lips with his thumb. “When the house is asleep, I’ll have this for myself.”
His eyes showed the promise of romantic late-night talks with a plethora of stolen kisses. He had done that before in the hospital room: talked with her about his trips to the Orient Seas. Max had promised her that they’ll eat ramen—a specialty of a specific country there—and also find the best quality Wagyu A5 steak with an excellent marbling score that his money could buy.
There are thousands of promises he had made to her every night back when she was still undergoing physiotherapy in the hospital after her coma; every night there was always accompanied by his voice and his kisses. The room was always filled with his sweet whispers of love and adoration for her and her love for him. Hyacinth gladly waited for her husband’s return from work every day so that she could be with him in that hospital room and keep him for herself.
They were inseparable.
But fate is cruel, though. It’s going to be a bad bitch. One day, it’ll give you cupcakes and glitters, then it’ll throw you rotten apples the next.