My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 904

Celeste finally opened her eyes. She felt a little better now that the anesthesia had worn off. Her incision still hurt, but overall, she was okay. As she stirred, she realized that Peter had fallen asleep with his head resting on her hand. His curly hair tickled her fingers, which had gone slightly numb from the weight. Carefully, she slid her hand out.

She took a moment to admire the man beside her. His face looked peaceful, relaxed—without the usual furrowed brows he had while sleeping. Today, he seemed at ease. She smiled softly and reached out, gently running her fingers through his thick curls.

The moment he felt her touch, he grinned. Celeste noticed and quickly pulled her hand away, but without opening his eyes, Peter grabbed it and placed it back on his head.

"Keep going… I was enjoying that," he murmured.

Celeste let out a small laugh and continued playing with his hair for a few more minutes. Then, a light knock on the door made them both turn toward the entrance.

The nurse who had been attending to them walked in, carrying a breast pump.

"Good morning, sleepyheads! I hope these new parents got some rest. I’m here to check on this beautiful mama," she said, smiling warmly.

"Good morning! When can I see my babies?" Celeste asked kindly.

"Sweetheart, you can see them anytime. But first, let’s try to express some milk for them. They can’t leave the incubator just yet, so if Moses won’t go to the mountain, the mountain must go to Moses," the nurse joked.

Celeste chuckled lightly.

"Alright, I need you to uncover your chest. I’ll show you how to massage yourself first, and then we’ll use this pump for now. Your little ones don’t need much milk yet, so don’t worry if it seems like a small amount. That first milk is essential for them."

Peter watched the entire process intently. He had never seen anything like it before, but something about it fascinated him. The nurse had mentioned that he could help feed their daughters. If Celeste was up for it, they could both go see them soon.

"Relax," the nurse reassured Celeste. "Luckily, nature has done its job. You won’t have any trouble producing milk. For now, this is more than enough. If we have extra, we’ll refrigerate it and give it to them later."

"Is it enough for both of them?" Celeste asked hesitantly.

"Of course! Like I said, they’re still so tiny. They sleep most of the time, but we’ll feed them regularly. You can come with us if you’d like. Also, you need to start walking. I know it’ll feel strange and uncomfortable, but it’ll help speed up your recovery."

"Wait… I can already get up?" Celeste asked, surprised.

"Yes, but you need to do it carefully and very slowly. Your husband should help you because you might feel dizzy. You’ll probably notice your organs shifting back into place—that’s normal."

Celeste was taken aback. During her previous pregnancy, she had never experienced any of this. Her baby hadn’t survived, so everything about this was completely new to her.

Peter stood up immediately. "Come on, sweetheart, I’ll carry you—"

"No, Mr. Palmer," the nurse interrupted. "She needs to walk. I know it sounds strange to get up so soon after surgery, but it’s actually quite common."

Peter frowned. The thought of Celeste walking so soon after such a major procedure sounded painful to him.

Celeste took a deep breath and pushed herself up with all the strength she had. She knew her daughters were waiting for her, and no amount of pain was going to stop her. It was painful, but nothing would keep her from seeing her babies.