Just now, she faintly fell asleep as soon as the child was born, and hasn't seen the baby yet.
"Didn't you always know? Why ask me if it's a boy or a girl?" Walter Schmidt chuckled, pinching her nose.
"You... you knew?" She was a bit surprised, initially thinking she had hidden it well, not expecting him to see through it.
"Guessed." The man held her hand, sitting down in the chair by the bed, his eyebrows and eyes full of tenderness and affection.
"Hehe..." Emma Benson finally showed a smile, her complexion also turned around, with a hint of color appearing, "I thought I hid it well, annoying!"
She punched the man lightly, her strength so small that it felt soft against the man's body.
The group who followed into the delivery room heard this, all pursing their lips into smiles.
