Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 4320

Married at First Sight  Audrey glanced at Haitong’s belly and said, “Go home this afternoon and check their wedding date. If it clashes with your due date, I won’t go.”  “When the time comes, we’ll just send a gift.”  “But when you give birth, I’ll definitely be there for you.”  She gently held Haitong’s hand and added, “You should go out less now. Walking too much in the late stages of pregnancy will make you tired.”  “I haven’t been going out much lately,” Haitong replied. “Even when Yangyang goes to kindergarten, Zhan Yin has someone pick him up. I don’t do it anymore.”   “I probably won’t give birth early.”  She touched her belly. Everyone who had seen it said the baby hadn’t dropped yet, so it wasn’t time.  “Thirty-five weeks now?” Audrey asked. “I remember your baby is about a month younger than Xiaojun’s. She gave birth a month early. If she hadn’t, she’d be giving birth right around now.”  Haitong nodded.  She was thirty-five weeks and three days along.  Now, she went for prenatal check-ups every four days.  Zhan Yin, who had never slacked off, had significantly reduced his workload to focus on her.  Her grandmother-in-law, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law had also returned from Fengchen Villa.  One reason was to attend Shen Xiaojun’s son’s full moon celebration. The other was that Haitong was entering the final stage of pregnancy.  This was the old lady’s first great-grandchild, and she cherished him deeply.  Everything was ready—the maternity bag, baby essentials, and more.  Zhan Yin had bought piles of baby clothes, quilts, and bottles. Whenever the sun was out, he would take the clothes outside to dry, saying they smelled fresher that way.  “It’s better than using a dryer,” he’d say. “They smell like sunshine.”  Haitong often told Zhan Yin that they weren’t running a maternity and baby store, so there was no need to buy so many baby supplies.  Yet, an entire room in their home had been dedicated to storing maternity and baby essentials.  He had bought clothes for their child to wear from birth up to one year old—more than enough.  One time, he even bought a few tiny princess dresses.  After washing and drying them, he placed them at the head of their bed. Every night, he would pick them up, admire them, and tell her, “Since we have these princess dresses, we’re bound to have a baby girl in the future.”  “If we leave them here for a few years, when we try for a second child, we’ll definitely have a daughter.”  Haitong laughed at him. “The first baby isn’t even born yet, and you’re already thinking about the second one!”  Still, she adored those little dresses and let him admire them every day.  During her pregnancy, everyone who saw her said she was carrying a boy. Her belly was pointed, and her belly button protruded—just like Shen Xiaojun’s had.  And sure enough, Shen Xiaojun had given birth to a boy.  “Have you prepared everything you need?”  “Everything’s ready,” Haitong said. “Didn’t my aunt already buy me a ton of baby supplies? Xiaofei also brings me things now and then, and my cousin’s wife gave me some brand-new clothes that my nephew never wore.”  After Shang Wuhen’s son was born, he had so many new clothes that some had never even been used before they no longer fit him.  Lan Jing had asked Haitong beforehand if she would mind hand-me-downs, and after Haitong assured her she didn’t, Lan Jing gave her the unused baby clothes.  Haitong even asked her cousin’s wife if she could have some of the little girl’s clothes that no longer fit her daughter. She didn’t mind second-hand items at all.  Her nephew’s clothes were high quality—so many that he never got the chance to wear them all. Even the ones he had worn still looked brand new.  Shen Xiaojun’s son had also worn some of Lan Jing’s son’s outgrown clothes.  However, when Zhan Yin saw this, he mistakenly thought Haitong felt they didn’t have enough clothes for their baby. So, he brought back two massive boxes of clothes from a supplier.  That led to another shopping spree.  Now, even before their baby was born, the tiny clothes had already filled several closets.  Haitong often told Zhan Yin, “We’re not running a maternity and baby store—there’s no need to buy so much stuff!”  Yet, an entire room in their home had been set aside just for baby supplies.  Zhan Yin had bought clothes for their child to wear from birth to one year old—more than enough.  Once, he even bought a few tiny princess dresses.  After washing and drying them, he carefully placed them at the head of their bed. Every night, he would pick them up, admire them, and tell her, “Now that we have these princess dresses, we’re bound to have a baby girl in the future.”  “If we keep them here for a few years, when we decide to have a second child, it’ll definitely be a daughter.”  Haitong couldn’t help but laugh. “The first baby isn’t even born yet, and you’re already thinking about the second one!”  Still, she found the little dresses adorable and didn’t stop him from looking at them every night.  During her pregnancy, everyone who saw her said she was carrying a boy. Her belly was pointed, and her belly button protruded—just like Shen Xiaojun’s had.  And sure enough, Shen Xiaojun had given birth to a boy.  “Have you prepared everything you need?” someone asked.  “Everything’s ready,” Haitong replied. “My aunt bought me a ton of baby supplies. Xiaofei also brings me things now and then, and my cousin’s wife gave me some brand-new clothes that my nephew never wore.”  After Shang Wuhen’s son was born, he had so many new clothes that some had never even been used before they no longer fit him.  Lan Jing had asked Haitong beforehand if she would mind hand-me-downs. After Haitong assured her she didn’t, Lan Jing gave her the unused baby clothes.  Haitong even asked her cousin’s wife if she could have some of the little girl’s outgrown clothes, saying she didn’t mind at all.  Her nephew’s clothes were high-quality—so many that he never got the chance to wear them all. Even the ones he had worn still looked brand new.  Shen Xiaojun’s son had also worn some of Lan Jing’s son’s outgrown clothes.  However, when Zhan Yin saw this, he misunderstood, thinking Haitong felt they didn’t have enough clothes for their baby. So, he brought back two massive boxes of clothes from a supplier.  That led to yet another shopping spree.  Now, even before their baby was born, the tiny clothes had already filled several closets.  “After giving birth, you need plenty of rest. Take at least six months before returning to work. Don’t rush back too soon—childbirth takes a toll on a woman’s body. If you don’t recover properly, the effects could stay with you for life.”  Haitong smiled. “Aunt, I haven’t even given birth yet.”  “I know,” she added, “but I understand all of this.”  She had taken care of her sister during her postpartum period and knew exactly what to expect.  Just then, Su Nan came downstairs, carrying his son, with Shen Xiaojun beside him.  Su Nan had been smiling all day.  Shen Xiaojun looked well-rested and healthy. Throughout her confinement, she had eaten well and slept soundly. The baby was taken care of by Su Nan, her mother-in-law, and the nanny, so she had little to worry about. Her only job was to rest, eat, and recover.  Everyone gathered around to see the baby.  Haitong, being pregnant, stayed back, not wanting to get caught in the excitement.  Audrey also held her hand, making sure she didn’t join in, worried that someone might accidentally bump into her belly.  Before long, Shen Xiaojun and Su Nan came over.  “Tongtong,” Shen Xiaojun greeted her with a bright smile.  Haitong reached into her bag and placed a red envelope into the baby’s tiny arms. She had prepared it well in advance.  The little one was dressed in a brand-new outfit—clothes bought by his grandmother. According to tradition, a baby must wear new clothes from their grandmother on their full moon celebration.  “He’s asleep,” Haitong said, gently touching the baby’s soft, chubby cheek.  He had gained several pounds since birth and was clearly well cared for.  “Yeah,” Shen Xiaojun said with a laugh. “He eats, sleeps, wakes up to poop, eats again, then sleeps some more. He’s so easy to take care of—hardly ever cries or fusses.”  She was clearly proud of her peaceful little baby.