Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1976

As time passed little by little, Granny Hopper could not help but hold the Buddha beads in her hands and mumble.

Florence always loved to joke around, but she also quietly waited at this time.

Meanwhile, Gramps Hopper was seated on a chair, his hands holding onto a cane. His eyes were closed as if he was a meditating old monk.

Five hours later, the door to the obstetrics department opened.

George took the lead and rushed forward. He almost bumped into the female doctor who was walking toward him.

After he calmed down, he asked anxiously, "Doctor, is my daughter okay?"

The doctor took off her mask and said with a smile, "She's all right. The mother and son are safe."

The group of people heaved a sigh of relief.

When the women stood up, they felt their legs go limp. They could not help but support each other.

At this time, Gramps Hopper asked, "Doctor, can we go in and have a look?"

The doctor said to him respectfully, "Of course, Mrs. Hopper and the young master are awake. By the way, the young master weighs six pounds. He looks very healthy and lovely."

Most newborn babies would look like little old men, and there was nothing cute about them.

However, because it was their precious baby, they naturally agreed that he was "cute".

They couldn't wait to enter the delivery room.

What they saw was Patrick holding a crying little fellow in one hand and stroking the clothes on the little fellow's body with the other hand.

Alice recognized it at a glance. It was the baby underwear she had made for Ellion.

Then they gathered around Amelia's bed.

Gramps Hopper looked at her with exceptionally kind eyes. "Amelia, you've worked hard."

Granny Hopper wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Amelia, you did well!"

Amelia smiled at them.

At this time, she was very tired. She just heard that her son was crying all the time, so she couldn't bear to let go of him and go to sleep first.

She glanced at Patrick from the corner of her eye and saw that he was patiently comforting their son. Then, she greeted everyone.

George looked at her weak face and asked nervously, "Amelia, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No, I'm just tired," Amelia said in a hoarse voice.

"Have a good rest. We won't disturb you," said the others.

Florence seized the opportunity to interrupt. "Let's go check on Cicily. Don't disturb sister-in-law's rest."

Just as she finished her sentence, she saw Patrick walking toward her with the little baby in his arms.

The little fellow cried loudly. No matter how they praised him and coaxed him, he would not stop.

Finally, Patrick put him beside Amelia. The little fellow looked at Amelia with tears in his eyes. He gradually stopped, which was magical.

Florence laughed at the sight. "No way, my second brother, Cicily only recognizes sister-in-law but doesn't recognize you."

Patrick silently comforted himself that it was just a coincidence.

Amelia and the little fellow looked at each other at a close distance and found that his eyes were so black and bright. He was like his father after she took a closer look, making her feel warm-hearted.

She couldn't help but get close to him and kissed his tender face.

The little boy immediately waved his fat arms as if he wanted her to hug him.

He was so cute!

Amelia gently held his small hand, which was soft like a white dough.

Watching the little baby trying to interact with his mother, Florence couldn't help but take out the camera taken out from home and record the scene.

Patrick saw it but did not stop her. He wanted to recall the scene after several years.

The little boy's hand was held by his mother's, and soon he fell asleep as if he had the same mind as his mother.

Amelia was already extremely tired. In addition, her son was lying beside her, and her loved ones were close at hand. She could not help but close her eyes and fall asleep.

At the end of autumn, Ellison was born on October 28th, weighing six pounds.

Patrick looked at his wife and son and felt that his life had been fulfilled.

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When Amelia woke up, she found that she had returned to the single bedroom.

Seeing this, Patrick, who was standing beside the bed, immediately took her hand and asked, "Amy, are you awake?"

Amelia only felt that there was nothing around her. By the way, where was her baby?

"Mr. Hopper, where's our son?"

"He was taken by the doctor to have a physical examination."

Seeing her worried face, Patrick said quickly, "Don't worry. There are many people accompanying him."

Amelia's expression gradually relaxed.

Concerned, Patrick asked, "How do you feel now?"

He took the chance to tell his wife about this.

After listening, Amelia said, "This should be a coincidence. Perhaps because you had a straight face at that time?"

Patrick recalled that he was worried about Amy's body after she gave birth, so he couldn't help but keep a straight face. But he thought that newborn babies shouldn't have the ability to tell it.

"Then I'll be gentler later."

"Alright." Amelia bent her eyes and smiled.

After Patrick took a look, he suddenly understood why his son would not cry or make a fuss when he saw Amy. Her smile was really sweet and pleasing to the eye.

Not long after, Ellison was sent back by the group of people.

Amelia looked at the group of people surrounding her son and her heart trembled slightly. Even the old man was circling around him.

Everyone, who had deliberately taken light footsteps, regained their cheer after realizing that Amelia had woken up.

Alice held the baby in her arms and approached her with a happy smile. "Amelia, the director personally examined Cicily. It shows that Cicily is very healthy and there is nothing wrong with him!"

"Really? That's good!"

Amelia took the little fellow from Alice. Seeing that he was awake, she couldn't help but ask, "He didn't cry just now, did he?"

"Er..." Everyone was speechless, and Alice replied, "After I took Sicily away from you, he immediately woke up and cried."

Amelia froze for a while and said guiltily, "I didn't hearthat at all."

"You were too tired. It's normal that you didn't hear," Patrick said from the side.

Alice nodded. "That's right. We told Sicily not to disturb you."

"Hmm?" Amelia said. "Did he understand what you were talking about?"

Alice smiled and said, "It's strange that he seemed to really understand, and soon he stopped crying. But Sicily doesn't seem to like to be held by men. When your father carried him, he immediately cried."

"Really?" Amelia lowered her head to look at the little guy in her arms. Seeing him looking at her with a big pair of eyes, she could not help teasing him. "So you know how to take advantage of beauty at such a young age?”

Ellison yawned, revealing a mouthful of flesh that didn't have teeth yet. It was pink and cute.

Amelia kissed him several times on his face. The little fellow did not resist, which made other people present a little jealous. Why did he always have a crying expression when they wanted to kiss him?

"Amy." At this moment, Patrick's voice sounded, "Let me carry him too."

He wanted to try and see if his son really disliked him.

"Okay, then I'll let go. Carry him well."

While speaking, Ellison had left Amelia's arm. The fragrant and soft embrace was gone, and instead, it was replaced by hard arms and chest.