The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 891

No matter what position she slept in, her back and pelvis ached relentlessly. Her abdomen was so heavy that she couldn't even roll over on her own, entirely dependent on Jamison to help her shift.

But knowing her husband had just fallen asleep and struggled to drift off once awakened, she tried her best not to disturb him.

Yet, for a couple so deeply in love, their connection transcended words.

Jamison woke up automatically every two hours, silently supporting his wife as she rolled over to find a more comfortable position.

Whenever he saw her brow furrow, even if she didn't utter a single sound, he knew exactly what was wrong and immediately began massaging her with gentle, practiced hands.

He had diligently learned these techniques from top obstetricians to ensure they were safe and effective.

Fueled by pregnancy hormones, Ivy's emotions were often all over the place. Whenever she thought about the daily agony and how simply leaving the house had become an impossible luxury, tears would well up in her eyes.

Jamison's heart ached for her. In the middle of the night, as he rubbed her lower back, he softly suggested, "Why don't we... go ahead and schedule the C-section early?"

Many twins were born prematurely for various reasons, rarely making it to full term anyway.

They were at eight months now, and the babies were developing perfectly, weighing over four pounds each.

If they delivered via C-section, the babies would stay in the NICU for a few days and could come home once they hit five pounds.

With his resources, he could provide the absolute best care for the infants, guaranteeing their health and safety.

More importantly, it would end his wife's suffering and bring these agonizing, sleepless nights to a close.

Ivy wasn't surprised by the suggestion. Over the past eight months, she had clearly seen and deeply felt just how intensely he loved and worried about her.

In the darkness, silent tears slipped down Ivy's cheeks, but she refused. "No, as long as I can carry them, I will. Once they're born, we'll have even more to worry about, and we'll get even less sleep."

They had attended the hospital's parenting classes.

Newborns needed to eat every two hours. Between the spit-ups, diaper changes, and crying, they required around-the-clock care.

The thought of that exhausting chaos made keeping them safe in her belly seem much more appealing.

Jamison patiently reasoned with her. "Once they're born, we'll have maternity nurses to take over. You won't have to lift a finger; you can just focus on sleeping and recovering."

Jamison had already booked a luxury postpartum retreat center affiliated with their hospital. The facility was staffed by retired top-tier obstetricians and highly experienced, registered pediatric nurses.

Once she was discharged from the hospital and moved in, the professionals would handle absolutely everything for the newborns. The mother didn't need to do a thing.

Ivy had toured the facility beforehand; the environment and services were flawless—an absolute paradise.

Naturally, the price tag matched the luxury, costing hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

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