Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Ivy’s Point of View

After the terrifying chaos of the midnight siege, the world had finally gone completely silent. I slept until the next day, my body sinking into a deep, dreamless slumber to repair the immense exhaustion of my labor.

When I finally opened my eyes, the comforting scent of boiling herbs filled the room. Luna Helena was already sitting by my bedside, holding a steaming bowl.

"Drink this, my clever girl," she said softly, her eyes filled with a proud warmth as she helped me prop up my pillows. "It is a specialized medicinal soup I brewed myself to replenish your core energy and flush your meridians."

I drank the medicine gratefully, feeling a sudden, vibrant wave of heat returning to my limbs. The moment the bowl was empty, my heart did a joyful flutter, and I couldn’t wait a single second longer to see my children.

"My children. Where are they?" I called out, my voice filled with a fierce, burning anticipation.

The door swung open. Dominic walked into the room with a wide, brilliant smile. He carefully pushed a dual cradle right in front of my mattress. My eyes filled with a profound, watering joy as I reached down, scooping up the tiny bundles to hug them one by one against my chest. They were so small, their soft ears twitching against the linen as they snuggled into my warmth.

"They are perfect, Dominic," I whispered, tears of pure relief spilling down my cheeks.

"They truly are," Dominic laughed softly, leaning down to press a firm kiss onto my forehead. "The boys names name we picked won’t fit a little princess." He said.

Previously, both I, and Dominic had only prepared the names of the two children based on our old scans. At first, we completely thought they were going to be two sons, but they turned out to be one son and one daughter.

"Then we shall give her a name worthy of a supreme line," I replied smoothly, staring down at the beautiful baby girl sleeping in my left arm.

I immediately came up with a magnificent name for our daughter. "Her brother will be named Ethan, as we agreed, but she... she will be named Selena, after the moon that shielded us through the bloodbath."

"Selena," Dominic repeated, his voice held an unyielding pride. "A beautiful name for my little princess."

The peaceful silence didn’t last long. My two newborn children soon became incredibly hungry, their tiny faces wrinkling as they began to let out loud cries. My motherly instincts flared, and I immediately pulled back my nightgown, wanting to breastfeed them.

However, a loud throbbing ache knotted through my chest. I tried to feed little Ethan, but the newborn pup let out a frustrated yelp, unable to draw a single drop.

My mind analyzed the symptoms in a fraction of a second. The midnight assassination attempt had triggered such intense trauma that my milk let-down reflex had shut down, leaving the colostrum trapped despite her body producing it.

"What is wrong, Ivy?" Dominic asked. "Is the fever returning?"

"No, the milk channels are sealed tight," I explained, keeping my composure despite the mounting discomfort. I turned my head toward the corner where Nell and the delivery maids were waiting.

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