You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1983: Welcome Reception
Several days later.
Wilson and Cullen spent their time in the incubator and finally returned home.
Cecelia prepared a grand welcome reception for them.
Four nannies were all waiting to welcome the two children home.
Joyce had rested at home for a while, her body fully recovered, with a rosy complexion and full of vitality. She was itching to take care of the children herself. Today, she and Luther welcomed the children home together.
For her, it was actually the first time she had taken care of such young babies.
In the car, she held Wilson in her left arm and Cullen in her right arm, as if embracing the whole world.
As they returned home.
Before stepping inside.
Cecelia lightly lifted her hand and sprinkled some water towards the children in Joyce's arms, symbolizing the expulsion of illness and not bringing it into the home.
"Welcome back, my two precious babies."
Cecelia smiled, her joy at that moment was beyond anyone's understanding. In just a short period of time, she found her true daughter back and now had four grandchildren, with the opportunity to care for them personally. She felt that the regrets of the past were being doubly compensated for.
Joyce laughed, "Mom, we're back."
"Are you tired of holding the two kids by yourself? Hurry up, let me help you hold one." Cecelia quickly took one child from Joyce's arms, "It's a pity your father couldn't come today, he had to go abroad on a business trip yesterday. He's been busy all his life. I don't know when he'll finally be able to relax and enjoy family life." S-Dalh the Find Dølel.not website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Luther behind Joyce said, "She insists on holding both children herself, as if she's afraid I'll take one away. She won't let me touch them at all."
Joyce glared at him, "When you took them out of the incubator, your posture was awkward, all wrong. You might hurt them. Men are clumsy, you should practice more before holding them." Luther, "..."
Wasn't he already gentle enough?
Cecelia smiled and without saying a word, she carried the child into the living room, with Jane following behind her respectfully, "Madam, may I hold the child?"
Cecelia said, "Jane, what's the rush? I've just held them, you'll have your turn later!"
Jane smiled warmly, "The one you're holding is Cullen, right? I heard that Wilson has a red birthmark on his earlobe."
"Exactly."
Cecelia nodded.
Jane's gaze softened even more, she knew that Cullen was the younger brother, surnamed Xia, a boy who would inherit the military leader's position in the future.
"Oh, the young master is so handsome."
Cullen seemed to understand, reaching out his little hands from the swaddle, waving and opening his eyes. His eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, looked around curiously. Anderson and Alisha were also at home.
At this time, they curiously surrounded Cecelia, especially Alisha, blinking her bright eyes, constantly staring at the baby.
"Brother, can the baby see me when he opens his eyes?" Alisha asked.
Anderson pursed his lips, "I feel like I've already answered that question."
"Oh, I forgot." Alisha leaned against Cecelia, "Tell me again."
Speechless, Anderson explained, "When a baby is just born, their visual structure and nervous system are not fully developed. It takes some time to develop their visual functionality properly. So, we need to avoid strong light stimulation. The baby can sense our presence now, but cannot see clearly. So, keep your phone away. Never shine a flashlight in their eyes."
"Okay, got it." Alisha nodded earnestly, then threw her phone onto the couch.
"Young master knows a lot." Mrs. Brown looked admiringly at Anderson, "I have never seen such a smart child at such a young age. He's a genius."
Mrs. Powell gently nudged Mrs. Brown, whispering, "Anderson is a genius among geniuses."
Mrs. Brown nodded.
At this moment, Joyce held Wilson in her arms, reluctant to let go as if holding a treasure.
Luther was speechless, "Can I hold him for a bit?"
"Fine." Joyce hesitated, "Raise your arms higher, be careful, I'll hand him over to
you."
Luther carefully took the child from Joyce.
"He's so small and soft, feels like weightless." He sighed softly, "When he was just born, his face had wrinkles like an old man. Now all smoothed out, he looks
so beautiful."
"He was in the amniotic fluid for too long when he was born, of course, there would be wrinkles. Are you complaining that the boys are ugly?" Joyce was
displeased.
"Of course not. I'm just describing him." Luther smiled, "My lovely babies, I love them so much."
At that moment, Wilson in Luther's arms suddenly started crying.
His cries were loud.
Pulling his voice, he shouted with all his might, as if he was trying to suckle.
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Joyce frowned even more, "See, he can understand what you're saying. Knowing you're not happy with him, he's upset. It's all your fault, making him unhappy the moment you come back. Stop holding him, give him to me." The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
Luther, "..."
Was it necessary? He was just joking. So unfair!
Joyce took the child back from Luther's arms.
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Luther's face stiffened, it hadn't even
been two minutes in his arms, and the child was taken away again. The small child carried the scent of milk, and he really wanted to hold him a
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"Really? The nurse said he was fed just before we left the hospital. How could he
be hungry again so soon?" Joyce was confused.
"Wait a moment, I'm making formula milk." The speaker was Mrs. Powell.
In a few moments, Mrs. Powell hurried over with a bottle.
"Let me feed him. Newborns need to eat smaller meals more frequently, he's
probably hungry after the journey here."
"No need, I'll feed him myself." Joyce hesitated to let go of Wilson, "Pass me the
bottle."
"Sure." Mrs. Powell handed over the bottle.
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also started wailing loudly. The two brothers cried, оде after the other, as if competing. Cecelia comforted Cullen in her arms, "Don't cry, I'll feed
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Mrs. Brown had another bottle ready and handed it to Cecelia.
Meanwhile, Joyce had already started feeding Wilson.
Wilson was indeed hungry, even holding the bottle with his chubby little hands,
he voraciously swallowed the milk.
Joyce patiently coaxed, "Don't rush, take it slow. Be careful not to choke."
After drinking about half of the bottle, Mrs. Powell came forward to take it away.
Wilson seemed a bit reluctant at first, sniffing and grunting, showing his displeasure.