I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 234

The baby had arrived two days past his due date. By choosing this day, both the baby and Sophie endured a little less suffering.

Sarah still remembered when she gave birth to Sophie. She had felt freezing cold, shivering so violently that her teeth chattered even under two heavy blankets.

Sophie had cried endlessly back then, wailing loudly from her tiny swaddle. It was not until her mother placed Sophie in her warm bed that the baby felt comfortable, stopped crying, and fell into a deep sleep.

Harold Harper did not arrive until noon that day. He had received Gavin's call early in the morning and frantically booked the next flight out.

When he reached the hospital room, Gavin was standing guard by Sophie's bed, while Sarah paced gently around the room, cradling the baby.

Harold's footsteps faltered, unsure whether to step inside or wait outside. He was terrified that Sarah would kick him out the moment she saw him.

But Sarah quickly turned around. She glanced at Harold and lifted her chin toward her daughter's bed. "Go see Sophie first."

Harold hurriedly agreed, quickening his pace to Sophie's bedside. Looking at his daughter's exhausted but happy smile, he momentarily lost his words.

"Go see the baby, your grandson," Sophie said softly.

Even now, she still could not bring herself to call him 'Dad', but he was, after all, her son's grandfather.

She wanted her son to be happier than she had been, surrounded by love from many people right from the start.

Harold walked over to Sarah, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"There's hand sanitizer over there," Sarah said, pointing her chin toward the bottle on the windowsill.

Harold sanitized his hands before carefully taking the baby from Sarah's arms.

He was so incredibly soft, with a tiny face, his eyes closed tight, and pinkish skin. His little mouth puckered occasionally. Harold felt his heart melt at the sight.

He wondered if Sophie had looked like this when she was a baby.

"Does he look like Sophie when she was little?" Harold asked softly, noticing that Sarah's attitude toward him had softened.

Gavin chuckled, leaning his head close to Sophie's. "I'm just lucky. What can I say?"

If he couldn't mooch off his son, he could at least enjoy his wife.

Gavin cupped Sophie's face and stole a deep kiss from her lips.

Two years later, Sophie and Gavin successfully produced another 'money-maker'.

As soon as their daughter was born, Gavin told his two-year-old son, "You have to protect your baby sister from now on. Don't let anyone bully her, and don't let anyone with impure intentions covet her."

Sophie could not help but laugh at him. "You have some nerve, pushing your duties as a father onto your son."

"I'm in charge of protecting you, and our son is in charge of protecting his sister. We men have our respective duties."

Sophie smiled tenderly at Chloe, who was sleeping soundly in Gavin's arms. The little girl was so much luckier than she had been, surrounded by so much love from the very moment she was born.