Deep love: insatiable lover

-Is that so?

Giving birth had sapped Vanessa’s strength and when she heard Dylan’s excited voice, she only smiled weakly and closed her eyes wearily after speaking weakly.

-Rest, and when you wake up I’ll let you see our daughter.

Dylan took Vanessa’s hand in his and kissed the back of it reverently.

She thought that God must have heard her prayers and that this was why Vanessa had given birth to a daughter.

Dylan vowed that from now on he would spoil Vanessa and his daughter and turn them both into princesses.

-Aunt, Vanessa has given birth to a baby girl weighing two kilos and three taels.

-Thank God, that’s wonderful.

Mercedes sniffed and almost cried with joy.

Josefina also prayed beside him, her face full of joy.

Soon the little baby, clean and well swaddled, was brought out by the nurse, and Dylan unconsciously stepped forward, but remembered that he had never held such a soft little thing before.

She was worried that she would not be able to control her strength and hurt the baby, but she wanted to hold her daughter with her bare hands.

Dylan, the president, had a torn and apprehensive look on his face in front of a tiny newborn. His body was completely rigid and his eyes were fixed on the huddled daughter, but he was afraid to step forward.

Mercedes couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.

-I will do it.

He said stepping forward and taking the little baby from the nurse’s arms.

And with that, Dylan’s gaze shifted to Mercedes’ side, his eyes still fixed on his daughter.

Newborns were generally ugly, with wrinkled faces. But in Dylan’s eyes, his baby girl was the most beautiful.

I especially wanted to hug her, but I was afraid to do so.

In the end, Mercedes decided that Dylan was the baby’s real father anyway, and that she should let him take her daughter.

-You have to hold the baby’s head with one hand and his back with the other, like this. The baby is too young to have soft bones in its body, but you’ll be all right as long as you hold it like me. Here, you try it.

With that, Mercedes was about to hand the baby in Dylan’s arms.

In the end, the desire to hold his daughter overcame his doubts and worries, and Dylan carefully held the baby as Mercedes had taught him.

-Why is it so small?

So small that it was as if he could hide the little baby between his two hands.

Soft and tiny, lying quietly in the crook of Dylan’s arm, she dared not move a muscle, her hands almost on the end of her feminine body, her muscles tense.

Mercedes and Josefina couldn’t help but laugh at his awkward appearance.

Shortly afterwards, Vanessa was wheeled out of the delivery room.

Dylan reluctantly handed his daughter back to Mercedes to hold and followed the nurse to push Vanessa back into the room.

Mercedes followed them with Josefina, with the baby in her arms.

The room was already set up with a cot and all the supplies.

Vanessa is still sleeping off her tiredness and looks a little pale.

There was still no light.

Once Vanessa was settled, Dylan advised Mercedes to go back to rest, as she was old and not feeling well.

Mercedes was reluctant to leave.

-Aunty, you should listen to Mr. Dylan and go back to rest, Vanessa is still awake and there are doctors and nurses on call. You are not well, so you should go home and get some rest and get well before you come to see Vanessa and the baby. Otherwise, Vanessa will certainly feel guilty if you are sick.

Only after Josefina’s help did Mercedes leave the hospital.

Before leaving, he told Dylan over and over again to go to the doctor and nurse immediately if anything happened.

Only after Dylan repeatedly reassured her did Mercedes leave.

Dylan had not slept at all after the birth of his daughter.

She carefully placed the cot next to Vanessa’s bed and looked at the two sleeping babies with a smile on her face.

After about half an hour, a nurse came, picked up the baby, fed him and brought him back.

Dylan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Vanessa’s hand and staring at them all night.

It was almost midday when Vanessa woke up again.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment before remembering that she had given birth to a daughter without incident.

-Daughter!

He muttered under his breath and turned his head to see Dylan with a bottle, awkwardly feeding the tiny baby lying in the cot.

The nurse was supposed to help with the feeding, but Dylan had let the nurse teach him the method and decided to try it himself.

She was going to learn how to take care of her daughter.

Vanessa had a hard enough time giving birth, he didn’t want her to have to juggle her daughter.

At the sound of the voices, Dylan turned to Vanessa and joy shone in his eyes as he saw that she was awake.

-You are awake.

-Mmm.

-She is hungry and breastfeeding.

Dylan said unnaturally, feeling a little embarrassed at the thought of his awkward appearance being seen by Vanessa, but only for a moment.

-I will feed my daughter her milk first.

Worried that his baby girl was hungry, Dylan didn’t bother to say anything to Vanessa, who had just woken up, and returned to his bottle in a rusty but methodical manner.

As Vanessa lay in bed, she watched in amazement as Dylan carefully nursed her daughter.

He had never imagined that Dylan would look after his daughter himself.

It was clear that he did not fit the image of a proper father at all, and yet he behaved like one.

This man really liked his son, didn’t he?

If so, could you take the child with you in the future?

When his daughter finished her bottle, Dylan picked up the baby and gently patted her back, as the nurse had taught him, so she could burp her baby.

He made sure everything was OK before carefully putting her back to bed.

Having carried it several times before, Dylan’s movements were clumsy but standard.

After returning her daughter to her place, she looked down calmly and tried to give her a kiss, but she was worried that her beard would stab her, so she had to rub the tip of her nose against the baby’s face.

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-How are you feeling? Does the wound hurt? I’ll get the nurse, you wait.

Dylan said and got up to leave, once again forgetting about the doorbell next to the bed.

The nurse soon arrived and asked Vanessa several questions. After making sure everything was OK, a series of things had to be done to get mum’s breasts to start to come out, which was quite painful.