Chapter 164- unforgettable
"Are you cold?"
Spring was just around the corner, but Janet had spent nearly the entire harsh winter confined to her room. Time had quietly slipped away, and she hadn’t even felt the bite of the season.
Wrapped in Charles’s long overcoat, she sat on his lap, her heavily pregnant belly pressing gently against him. His strong jaw rested on her shoulder, one arm loosely encircling her waist, the other toying with strands of her hair.
The warmth of his chest seeped into her skin, offering silent comfort. A chilly breeze brushed across her cheek, and she instinctively leaned closer into his embrace. After a long pause, she let out a soft, wistful sigh.
"Charles... do you think our baby will be healthy?"
There was a deep, unshakable unease in her voice. She had a feeling—almost like a mother’s curse—that the baby hadn’t been well taken care of. During her moments of confusion, she might’ve even hurt the child unknowingly. The doctor had said more than once: it was a miracle the baby had survived this long.
Charles’s hand covered hers, pressing gently over the swell of her stomach. "She’s my child. Of course she’ll be healthy," he said firmly, though his voice was tender. "Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to our baby."
The scent of her hair lingered in the air. He closed his eyes, savoring this rare, peaceful moment with her.
Janet tilted her head, her voice soft. "Then... what name would you give our daughter?"
Even though she couldn’t see his eyes, she turned to face him. She didn’t need sight to feel the way he looked at her—with a love that melted into every inch of her.
Charles pressed a kiss to her lips, light as air. Then he paused as though in thought, tightening his grip on her fingers. "How about Trista Elwin...?"
Trista. Her name. Was he hoping their daughter would inherit her joy, her light, her very soul?