The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 1052

The moment they left his parents' house and stepped into the elevator, Naylor glued himself to Katrina, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"Stop it, what are you doing? There are cameras," Katrina giggled, trying to push him away.

"I don't care."

Naylor just smiled and held her tighter, leaning in to press soft kisses against her cheek, his face practically glowing.

"You're so annoying. You're getting saliva everywhere," Katrina teased, pretending to wipe her face in disgust.

Naylor nuzzled against her, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "Why didn't you tell me the second you found out? It's completely unfair. I'm the dad."

"Even if I didn't tell you immediately, you're still the dad. That hasn't changed."

Naylor had absolutely no comeback for that.

They flirted all the way to the car. As soon as they stepped through the front door of their own home, Katrina found herself swept off her feet again.

"What are you doing now? Put me down before you drop me!" Katrina didn't dare struggle, clinging tightly to his neck.

Gazing at his wife's gorgeous face so close to his, Naylor couldn't resist stealing another kiss. Then, he let out a heavy sigh. "I guess cuddling is all I'm allowed to do now."

Katrina instantly understood his underlying meaning, and a fierce blush crept up her neck.

"After dinner, my mom pulled me into the kitchen. Do you know what she said?" Naylor asked, his expression looking almost pained.

Katrina was sharp. She let out a wicked little laugh. "Did she remind you to keep your hands to yourself?"

Naylor just stared at her in silence, looking thoroughly defeated.

Katrina laughed even harder.

It wasn't exactly hard to guess.

Her mother-in-law was a leading gynecologist. Knowing her son's insatiable appetite, she naturally made it a priority to lay down the ground rules the moment she found out about the pregnancy.

"Ugh," Naylor groaned, carrying his wife over to the sofa and sitting down with her in his lap. "At least three months. She said I'm cut off for at least three months."

"That's not so bad. It's not ten months, or a whole year. Think about Jamison. When Ivy was pregnant with the twins, it was high-risk. He had to be celibate for over a year."

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, taking her hands in his.

Katrina looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, looking utterly heartbroken. "Being pregnant is so hard... When is this going to end?"

Her eczema was unpredictable. Professor Penn had consulted numerous specialists, but they could only offer temporary relief, not a permanent cure.

Sometimes, seemingly triggered by something she ate, her skin would erupt into intensely itchy, red welts.

Naylor understood instantly. He gently lifted the hem of her shirt and winced at the sight of the angry red rash spreading across her skin.

"Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital to see Mom," Naylor insisted. Ignoring his own exhaustion from a long day at the office, he helped her to her feet and dialed his mother's number as they headed for the door.

Professor Penn knew how agonizing the pregnancy had been for her daughter-in-law. Instead of finding the frequent visits tiresome, she felt a profound sense of guilt. She blamed herself and her limited medical expertise for failing to cure Katrina's condition.

However, after consulting top doctors across various departments, the consensus remained the same: the stubborn rash was an autoimmune response.

Given her pregnancy, prescribing aggressive medication was out of the question. They had to rely on mild treatments and strict dietary restrictions to manage the flare-ups.

"It should clear up naturally after you give birth. For now, our options are incredibly limited," the dermatologist explained. They prescribed a soothing medicinal bath and handed over a long list of precautions.