Forget it, just endure it. It's only ten months, plus postpartum recovery, less than a year. Just bear with it and it will pass.
Lu Hualiang held her, his hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, feeling the baby inside.
Even though there was no fetal movement yet, he couldn't feel anything.
Xia Weibao placed her hands over his hand and gently patted, "What are you touching? It's not even three months yet, you can't feel anything."
Despite her disdain, her hands remained on his hand, and she took the initiative to grasp his hand, pulling open the hospital gown and placing it on her belly.
At this moment, she was indescribably happy.
Turning her head, she kissed his chin, "Honey, I love you."
No more hesitation, no more barriers, no more troubles.
She was absolutely certain of her heart and would love this man well in the future.
Lu Hualiang lowered his head, looking at her belly, somewhat dazed.
When he first found her, he was too excited to think about anything.
