After comforting their two little ones, Ethan ruthlessly returned them to their nursery. Ines teased Ethan, “Honey, you’re finally okay with them sleeping in the nursery?”
Ethan moved to the edge of the bed, gently wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Like you said, we can’t always baby them. They need to gradually adjust. Plus, they’re getting smarter now. If they’re always in the same room with us, it will disturb our private life.”
“All for your own sake.” Ines blushed and gave him a playful glare. They descended the stairs to eat dinner. Grandpa had prepared a hearty stew for Ines. Ethan glanced at it, furrowing his brows. “Izzy, you don’t need to force yourself to drink these anymore. Let them stick to formula milk. The nutrients in modern formula are quite comprehensive. You don’t need to worry about it affecting their growth.”
Ines, a staunch advocate for breastfeeding, believed it to be beneficial for their children’s health. “Isn’t that not ideal? They’re still so young. The formula can’t really compare to breast milk.”
“No worries. They’ve got to wean off breast milk at some point. They’ve just gotten used to it. We better seize this opportunity to stop them, to avoid going through the whole process again. It’d be hard on both the adults and the babies then. Plus, you’ve been unconscious for quite some time, surviving on nutrient IV drips. You’re not getting enough nutrition yourself, let alone your breast milk.”
Ethan was concerned about their children, but he was more worried about Ines. It was hard for her to gain some weight during her pregnancy. The subsequent two months of unconsciousness made her lose the gained weight and she was even thinner than before. He planned to help her regain her strength in the coming months.
After some thought, Ines agreed with Ethan, “Let's go with that for now. If I still produce milk, I’ll feed them.”
Ethan, having held back for so long, wasn’t about to allow Ines to rest well that night. The couple spent a long makingf love before they finally fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Ines woke up and found Ethan missing from their bed. She grabbed a robe and left their bedroom. The nursery light was on. Ethan was carefully tucking in their two little ones, making sure the corners of their blankets were properly tucked in. His expression was focused and serious.
Upon hearing footsteps, he turned and saw Ines. Then he tiptoed out of the room, wrapping his arm around her slender waist. “Izzy, why are you up?”
Ines smirked, “I just wanted to see where you were. Why are you up in the middle of the night?” He had been speaking about letting the kids be independent, but as their father, he couldn’t help but worry, even going as far as to cover them up in the middle of the night.
“I’ve just gotten used to waking up. The little ones are restless sleepers, always kicking off their blankets. I’m worried they’ll catch a cold.”
Ines felt deeply touched and hugged Ethan’s waist. “Honey, I feel like I’m not doing nearly as much for our children as you are, and I’m not as diligent.”
“Silly girl, why say this? You’ve suffered so much for them. Compared to you, what I do is nothing. Let’s go back to bed. It’s pretty chilly at night. You could catch a cold.”
The next day at breakfast, Ethan suggested changing their children’s names, which left everyone perplexed.
“Why change their names? I think their current names are good. Simple, and easy to remember. Plus, we’ve been calling them that for so long, so we’re used to it now.” Erica looked at Ethan, not understanding his sudden proposal.
Ines was also puzzled by Ethan’s sudden urge to change their names, as he’d never mentioned it to her before.
“It won’t make a huge difference. Ivy and Ollie will still be their nicknames. It won’t affect anything.” Ethan paused, with his fork hovering in the air.
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