Natalie lowered her eyes.
Does that mean that if anything goes wrong, the baby will die?
As if reading Natalie’s mind, Sally placed her hand on her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. The baby’s going to be fine. Don’t overthink it, okay? Trust the doctors; they’re professionals.”
Natalie gave her a bitter smile.
After all, there was nothing else she could she do but trust them.
“The baby’s a boy, right?” Natalie asked hoarsely.
Sally smiled and answered, “Yes, that’s right. Why don’t you pick a name for him?”
Natalie mulled over it. “Connor and Sharon had nicknames when they were younger, so I’ll give him a nickname too. His shall be… Anders. The name means strong, and I hope that he’ll grow up strong.”
“Anders. It’s a nice name with a nice meaning.” Sally nodded. “What about his official name?”
“His official name…” Natalie wrung her hands. “Once Shane is back, we’ll have him name the boy. He has already missed out on naming Connor and Sharon. I’m sure he has been anticipating this baby.”
“But Mr. Shane…”
“He’s fine!” Natalie insisted as she looked at her with determined eyes. “He’s definitely fine.”
A faint smile appeared on Sally’s lips. “You’re right. Mr. Shane will definitely be fine.”
Natalie averted her eyes from Sally and cast another glance at her baby before closing them. “Let’s go back to the ward.”
“You don’t want to see him for a little longer?” Sally asked.
Natalie shook her head. “No. The more I look at him, the more my heart ache. If I keep doing this, I’ll have another mental breakdown. It’ll be impossible to rest well to recover then. I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking about how I’m the one who made Anders end up in there.”
“I understand. Let’s go back then.” Sally sighed before walking behind her and pushing her back to her ward.
Right as they returned, Silas and the two children came back.
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