The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 897

She just wanted her babies to absorb as many nutrients as possible and put on some weight.

Adela had always thought Ivy was too thin and doubted she'd produce enough milk. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the idea. "Just forget it. You need to rest and recover. Let the maternity nurse feed them formula."

They certainly weren't short on money, so they would naturally provide the most expensive, highest-quality formula available.

But the maternity nurse chimed in, "If the mother has milk, it's best to try. If she doesn't have enough for both, we can do mixed feeding. That way, the babies get the benefits of breast milk, and the mother can still get plenty of rest."

Ivy thought the nurse's advice was perfectly reasonable and nodded in agreement.

Danny respectfully stepped out of the room. The older brother was gently placed into Ivy's arms first.

When Jamison returned from his call, his expression was serious.

Ivy was in the middle of trying to breastfeed. Seeing her husband walk in, she suddenly felt self-conscious.

"Who was on the phone? Is something wrong?" she asked, trying to distract him.

Jamison ignored the question, looking mildly surprised. "You're breastfeeding? You're still in pain. Don't push yourself, just use formula for the first few days."

Ivy's cheeks flushed. There were some things she just didn't want to announce in front of a crowded room.

Thanks to her excellent prenatal nutrition, her milk had already come in. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

While she knew breastfeeding was a beautiful, natural thing, she had only just become a mother. Part of her still felt like a shy young woman, and she couldn't quite bring herself to explain the mechanics of it out loud. It felt too... awkward.

So, with her face burning red, she shot Jamison a look and muttered, "If you have work to do, go do it. We have enough hands here."

Jamison actually did have work.

There was a highly complicated surgery happening in his department. The patient was midway through the procedure, and a colleague had called him from the operating room to discuss the next steps.

His colleague desperately needed his backup, but his wife had just given birth. He couldn't simply walk away.

Seeing his conflicted silence, Ivy instantly guessed that the call had been about a patient. "Was that your colleague?" she asked. "If you need to go, then go. I really don't need you hovering over me."

Hearing this, Jamison nodded and explained, "There's a complicated surgery going on. I need to go handle it. If everything goes smoothly, it should take about two hours. If anything happens, call a doctor immediately. I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

"Alright, alright, go! Go save your patient."

Deeply grateful for his wife's understanding, Jamison asked his family to keep her company before turning and rushing out the door.

Ivy wanted to laugh but didn't dare, afraid it would pull at her incision.

She simply nodded. "I know, Danny. I vetoed the idea when he brought it up last night. I didn't think it sounded good either."

She already knew exactly how much her husband loved her; she didn't need performative gestures to prove it.

A name was something her children would carry for the rest of their lives. She didn't want to saddle them with something they'd resent her for later.

"See? He's completely whipped. Beyond saving," Danny grumbled.

Jamison was entirely unapologetic. "How is loving my wife being whipped? You've spent your entire life doing exactly what Mom tells you. If I'm whipped, it's genetic."

"..." Ivy felt a headache coming on.

Over in the crib, the older and younger brothers had been sleeping soundly, but the noise of their father and grandfather arguing woke them up. Their little mouths turned down, and they started wailing.

Adela had finally had enough. She raised her cane and delivered a solid thwack to both her husband and her son. "Take your argument out into the hall! You're both giving me a headache. You two are over a hundred years old combined, yet you're acting like toddlers!"

After scolding the men, she turned to her daughter-in-law and issued a firm command. "Ivy, you carried them for nine months. You have the ultimate right to name them. You choose!"