The entire household made preparations for the baby.
They gifted Shen Xinghui a white baby robe—an elaborate, frilly garment traditionally worn by newborns regardless of gender in this world.
A nursery was prepared, and he met the maid who would assist as a babysitter.
The chef crafted nutritious meals to ensure Shen Xinghui's health, which he gratefully enjoyed.
Ignatius stayed by his side, setting work aside entirely.
They talked about the future, laughing about their hopes and dreams.
When the baby kicked for the first time, Ignatius's eyes lit up with wonder, and he smiled shyly, looking every bit the doting father.
Shen Xinghui began to feel the reality of becoming a mother sinking in, filling him with warmth and quiet joy.
In the middle of the night on the day the baby was expected, Shen Xinghui awoke with a strange sensation.
A sharp, contracting pain spread through his abdomen, tightening and then subsiding.