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."

a child, which was

child, no matter how much time passes. I'm afraid of forgetting. I couldn't bear not

now, and I'm here beside you.

patted Joyce's hand, saying, "I have no regrets anymore; I just want you

Joyce nodded.

the whole afternoon. Jane and Mrs. Powell carried them back to their respective nursery rooms. Although their

children to sleep," Joyce said as she followed them into the

were taken care

sleep, and I'll hold Wilson," Cecelia,

the children, gently

moment, Luther entered the room and approached Joyce, sniffing Cullen lightly. "He smells so good, like milk." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

fell asleep. Babies who drink milk have that scent, but it

walked over from the next room, watching Cullen peacefully asleep after, "Wilson is already asleep, this nap should be a good one for

the crib, gently

moment before saying,

identical. If it weren't for the red birthmark

who is who," Joyce added. "Thankfully, the brothers have different personalities, so we should be able to tell them

"Go rest in the living room for a while. Don't forget you're still a new mother,

Wilson and then rest in

please rest assured; I will take

nodded and left the nursery

went to Wilson's room, where Jane was keeping him company. Luther, standing by the crib, gently traced Wilson's delicate face, reluctant