You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1985: Partiality

With the arrival of the babies in the house, it immediately became lively, and time passed quickly.

Before they knew it, it was already nighttime.

After dinner, several nannies started bathing Wilson and Cullen. A bathroom was specially renovated in the house for them, with two temporary baby baths set up, the heating turned up to the maximum, creating a misty atmosphere.

Cullen particularly enjoyed playing with water, having a blast in the bathroom, his little hands and feet constantly moving.

Joyce couldn't help but reach out and hold Cullen's little hand.

Cecelia smiled and said, "They truly have different personalities, one active and the other calm, born different."

Joyce then touched Wilson's little face, saying, "He looks so content lying in the bath. He's so tiny, so soft, I'm afraid to touch him."

"Celebrate that realization," Cecelia noted. "Children grow quickly, and it feels like we can see them growing every day."

"Yes," Joyce nodded.

Aunt Liu, bathing Wilson, chimed in, "Indeed, in the first two years, children change every day. Wilson is so well-behaved, not crying or fussing. Before, I've had many children cry vigorously during bath time." Mrs. Powell, bathing Cullen, carefully held him and remarked, "Cullen has a lot of strength; I have to put in some effort to hold him steadily. Also, I've noticed that Cullen sleeps less; from this afternoon until now, he hasn't closed his eyes. Newborns generally sleep for around 20 to 22 hours, and I estimate Cullen only needs about 17 hours of sleep."

"Wilson doesn't sleep much either, maybe 18 hours at most," Aunt Liu added quickly.

"It's just like you were as a child," Cecelia interjected, glancing at Joyce. "You slept very little, always full of energy."

being lost as a child, which was why Cecelia raised

forget how you looked as a child, no matter how much time passes. I'm afraid of forgetting. I couldn't bear not seeing

"Mom, the past is behind us now, and I'm here beside you. I promise to take good

hand, saying, "I have no regrets anymore; I just want you to be

Joyce nodded.

afternoon. Jane and Mrs. Powell carried them back to their respective nursery rooms. Although their rooms were separate, they were connected by a door, making it convenient to go back and forth without

to sleep," Joyce said as she followed

and Cullen were

and I'll hold Wilson," Cecelia,

the children,

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hushed him, whispering, "Keep it down, he just fell asleep. Babies who drink

room, watching Cullen peacefully asleep after, "Wilson is already asleep, this

carried Cullen to the crib, gently placing

the crib for a moment before saying,

almost identical. If it weren't for the red birthmark on Wilson's earlobe, we would have a hard time

probably won't be able to distinguish who is who," Joyce added. "Thankfully, the brothers have different personalities, so we should be able to tell them apart

patting Joyce's shoulder. "Go rest in the living room for a

"I'll go check on Wilson

rest assured;

left the nursery

was keeping him company. Luther,