A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1454

Chapter 1454 

With a pang of emotion swelling in his eyes, Bernard stepped forward, as if trying to get a clearer view of his child’s delicate form. His normally poised frame bent gently forward, unable to contain the surge of feelings. 

Even a man skilled in the art of self-control could betray his emotions to someone who knew him well. Eleanor, reading the tender stirrings in the crinkles around his eyes, reached out to capture Bernard’s slender hand, placing it upon her belly. 

The warmth of her skin met his palm right where the baby’s tiny fingers were moving. Their hands, pressed together through the barrier of skin, felt an intimate greeting from the child, a silent bond of affection. 

Feeling the tiny movements beneath his hand, the restrained sourness Bernard had fought back filled his eyes once more. Eleanor’s voice, soft and full of love, reached his ears, “Honey, isn’t our baby just adorable?” 

At her words, Bernard’s heart clenched tight. If only Amelia weren’t present, he would have wrapped Eleanor in his arms without a second thought, lying beside her to feel their child’s movements and whisper, “Darling, I love you both so much.” 

His trembling fingers betrayed his excitement, even as he tried to maintain composure. Eleanor couldn’t help but smile at the sight, teasing him gently, “Love, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” 

With a gaze deep and full of love, Bernard looked at the clear image of their baby on the ultrasound, unable to discern the sex. He finally said, “Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. I’ll love them just because they’re yours.” 

For Bernard, the child was a precious creation of their love, significant indeed, but Eleanor was paramount. Conversely, Eleanor’s love for Bernard was equaled only by her love for their child. To both, the baby’s sex was inconsequential; health and happiness were all that mattered. 

Thankfully, the check-up confirmed the baby’s health, and with a promise to return for a follow-up, Bernard escorted Eleanor home. 

Back at home, Eleanor was tired and curled up on the couch and drifted to sleep. When she woke up, she was greeted by the sight of Bernard, fresh out of the shower. He was barely clad in a towel around his waist, exposing the upper portion of his physique. His fair and sexy skin made him incredibly enticing. 

Her gaze lingered on him, then on the scars that marked his shoulders and back-reminders of past dangers. With each look, her heart ached anew. Unable to resist, she rose and embraced him from behind, her voice soft with concern, “Honey, promise me you won’t get hurt again.” 

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Feeling the warmth of her against his back, Bernard’s lips curved gently as he turned to envelop her in his arms, reassuring her with a simple “I will.” 

With the chip in his brain and an uncertain future, Bernard could only hold her tighter, he muffled against her hair, “Eleanor, I’m sorry for all the worry, for the pain I’ve caused you.” 

Eleanor, comforted by his familiar scent, dismissed any hardship, “As long as you’re with me, that’s all I need.”