Waylen’s eyes were heavy.
He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”
The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescentmps in the ceiling above.
Cecilia was in excruciating pain.
But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.
Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.
“Mark. Mark…”
She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.
She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.
Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.
She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.
Do you know Edwin has been missing you?
Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to apany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?
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Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait toe into the world.
Before long, a sharp cry could be hearding from the delivery room.
This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just weed a new member.
Olivia Evans was born at 3:10 a.m.
Waylen was the one who picked the name for his niece.
In Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden frame.
It was currently snowy, so anyone here would feelfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white world outside.
But if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very boring.
Mark stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown lookrge.