You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1984: The Chosen One
Joyce looked up, "Does he still want to drink?"
"Madam, feeding on schedule makes it easier for babies to digest," Mrs. Powell said respectfully.
"Oh, alright," Joyce didn't say anything more.
Indeed, Wilson was no longer continuously unhappy. After drinking milk, he stopped crying and looked around with his eyes wide open.
"Let me hold him," Mrs. Powell said, "Madam, you just gave birth and shouldn't exert force on your arms. Let me pat the baby's back to prevent spitting up."
At this moment, Mrs. Hurley spoke, "Yes, babies need to be burped after drinking milk, so they won't spit up easily."
"Okay," Joyce reluctantly handed Wilson to Mrs. Powell, "I'll go check on Cullen."
Just as Mrs. Powell took Wilson, unexpectedly, Wilson started crying loudly again.
Mrs. Powell was puzzled, was she not holding him properly? It couldn't be, she was a professional, right?
Mrs. Hurley was also confused, "Strange, he was held perfectly, why is he crying?"
"Is the baby shy?" Mrs. Brown chimed in, "Let me try."
Mrs. Powell handed the baby to Mrs. Brown. Soallh the Find Nøvil.not website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Mrs. Brown took him, Wilson cried even louder, his little face turning red.
Helpless, Joyce quickly took Wilson back into her arms. Surprisingly, Wilson immediately quieted down and stopped crying, even sucking on his thumb cutely.
Mrs. Powell marveled, "This child can recognize people. My goodness, so young yet so discerning. He will be remarkable in the future."
Joyce also found it strange. Some said babies recognize people because of the scent of their mother's milk. But she didn't have milk. When Luther held him earlier, Wilson didn't cry either, so why now? Cecelia, holding Cullen, walked over and curiously looked at Wilson, "What's wrong? Let me hold Wilson."
"Okay."
Joyce and Cecelia exchanged the babies, with Cecelia holding Wilson and Joyce holding Cullen.
After drinking milk, Cullen seemed especially energetic, showing signs of wanting to struggle out of his swaddle.
Joyce widened her beautiful eyes, "Cullen is so strong, I'm afraid I can't hold him.
I didn't feel this when I held Wilson earlier."
Wilson, in Cecelia's arms, made no objections and instead, his dark eyes
seemed to be fixed on Cecelia.
Everyone became even more curious.
So everyone took turns holding Wilson, one by one.
Lastly, they discovered.
Only Joyce, Luther, Cecelia, and Jane could hold Wilson. Others couldn't, as he would cry immediately if they tried to hold him.
Even Mrs. Hurley and Mrs. Powell, refusing to give up, tried again, but the
second time, Wilson cried as soon as they approached.
Joyce rolled her eyes, "Wilson is selective, not everyone can hold him. He's quite picky."
Meanwhile, everyone took turns holding Cullen, but Cullen showed no
preference, everyone could hold him. However, Cullen had exerted his strength from drinking milk, squirming in his swaddle, his little face turning red from the effort.
"Don't swaddle him, Cullen doesn't like restrictions," Cecelia noticed, instructing to remove the swaddle.
"Alright," Mrs. Brown immediately stepped forward to help Cullen out of the swaddle, "Okay, baby, how about we leave you unswaddled, is that better?"
Cullen seemed to understand and stopped moving his limbs erratically.
After removing the swaddle, he seemed much better, getting excited with little humming sounds.
"Madam, shall I add another piece of clothing or cover him with a thin blanket for Cullen? It's getting colder," Mrs. Brown asked.
"Fine," Cecelia nodded.
To their surprise, every time they covered Cullen with a blanket, he kicked it off. It happened repeatedly.
"Forget it, the room is warm enough, let him be. His face is sweaty, he shouldn't be cold," Joyce said.
Cecelia sighed, "The two children have such different personalities. Looking at them now, Wilson seems calm and astute, sticking to his swaddle, staying still but selective about people. Seems he was born with the ability to discern. Such qualities will make him great in the future. Whereas Cullen is extremely active and can't stand any confinement. His character is bound to be carefree. It's quite reminiscent of the Summers family. Truly amazing."
Joyce pulled Luther aside, "When you named them, did you notice their differences?"
Luther shook his head, "How could I? You were unconscious at the time, and all my attention was on you. I named them according to birth order, as we had
agreed. It just worked out perfectly."
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Joyce sighed inwardly, it was like
they were chosen. Anderson insisted
on starting his own business, not
wanting to inherit the family. business. As for Alisha, she just m
wanted her to be a happy princess, following her passions. The
responsibility fell on Wilson. And now
looking at Wilson, he naturally
exuded a leadership aura. Cullen, not
liking constraints, being lively and active, with careful guidance from a young age, would certainly grow into. a remarkable individual. Likely inheriting the family's military legacy soon. The content is on
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"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Luther asked.
"Nothing, just amazed," Joyce shrugged.
At that moment, Cecelia said, "Since Wilson recognizes people, Jane, from now
on, you will be responsible for Wilson, with Mrs. Brown assisting you. Mrs. Powell and Elsa will take care of Cullen. Let's start with these assignments. You all go to
the nursery room."
"Yes."
The nannies responded.
They each carried the babies back to the nursery room.
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"Joyce, when you finish your confinement month, I have to return to the military stronghold. Military matters have kept me away for too hawker@way long. There were urgent matters I couldn't attend to. Being Rohomes's leader, there have been frequent disturbances there. So, I can't stay with you for too long," Cecelia said regretfully, "I'll come back as soon as possible, as I miss the children too." The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
Joyce smiled, "Mom, you've been with me for a long time this time. I'm content.
You go attend to your responsibilities."
Luther put his arm around Joyce, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll take care of her."
"Okay," Cecelia seemed preoccupied.
Luther caught on, "Mom, what's wrong? Why do you seem so troubled? What's
on your mind?"
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Cecelia sighed, "It's nothing, just a
lingering sense of unease. Normally, your father would have rushed over to see the children. But he can't leave
now. I'm worried, in case the two countries engage in border conflict. Although conflict hasn't happened in many years, I just feel that this time,
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Joyce furrowed her brow, "Are you suggesting that our country may go to war
with Rohomes?"
Luther's brows furrowed as well.
"It's hard to say, hopefully not," Cecelia patted Joyce's shoulder, "Don't worry about it for now, just focus on your confinement and recovery. I'll discuss any developments with you." "Okay," Luther and Joyce both replied.