Chapter 148: His Son Did Not Cry
After understanding the complete cause and effect, the bachelor did not comment but widened his eyes. He felt his throat stuck, and he stared at his old friend for a long while, without knowing what to say.
"For this, I want to tell Cathryn in my own way when we are back in Germany. So no matter what Ada had to tell her, she could not misunderstand Ada and me."
There were another couple of seconds of silence when a faint cry rose from the baby's room. Keith gave a quick nod and got up and walked away.
Jeremy was still frozen there, trying to digest what he had just heard from his closest friend. His brows were tight, and he could hear his heart pumping.
After a long while, he finally relaxed and threw himself back on the sofa, soothing, and closed his eyes.
"Oh, Kei…"
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Cathryn was the first time to be a mother, and Keith was the first time to be a father. But on the issues of babies, they had quite the opposite performance.
Usually, Briston was taken care of by the nanny, and Cathryn and Keith rarely intervened. But whenever they did, Cathryn always made it worse and had to leave to Keith.
With a towel covering her hair, Cathryn ended up like a middle-aged lady coming out of the sauna. She just gave up changing her son's diaper because the little guy cried and screamed like crazy to refuse her clumsy and sweaty help.
Laying the boy flat, Keith took the diaper, tore out the sticker and smoothly lifted the little bottom, pushed the diaper underneath, and then stuck it in the front.
His skills were obviously proficient, and Cathryn was surprised that it wasn't his first time. After he had changed the diaper, he put those little arms on Briston's chest and laid his chest down on his palm while holding the stomach with the other hand. After a couple of ways, Briston, who was flushed all over his face, stopped his cry.
The son did not cry, and Keith did not continue to hold and put his son in the crib. Briston's hands were opened, and the small fist of the meat was stuffed into his mouth. His legs were bent enough to reach the chest, and he had a good time.
Cathryn watched in awe this whole process and stared at him for a long silence before she asked, "He's not your first child, is he?"
Looking up to meet her gaze, Keith reached out to touch her hair, smiling helplessly. "Well, aren't you my first daughter?"
The more they joke with each other, the closer they feel. Cathryn sometimes has an illusion that they have been with each other for a long, long time.
When the relationship is stable, a woman will wonder, more or less, how the man ends up falling in love with her and how much he appreciates her... Cathryn was naturally one of those women.
These were all natural concerns, Cathryn thought, but it might sound imposing to him to summarize and define his feelings.
Because, after all, Cathryn couldn't find the precise answers herself about what she liked about Keith, when she fell in love with him, etc. She loved him as a whole person, all the qualities, good or bad. But how can she ever make a list to categorize those?
However, there is never such a thing as equality on the issue of mutual feelings, especially when he's quiet and she's curious. And that is how problems arise between couples.
In fact, it turned out not to be a problem between Cathryn and Keith at all.
Cathryn's big heart was well-matched with Keith's eloquence. He patiently answered all her questions to her satisfaction. Cathryn hadn't realized that she was so privy to his heart feelings, blaming her newly-found nosiness on postpartum depression.
Although she was not depressed at all.
Despite his thorough explanations to all her inquiries, however, Keith reserved himself on WHEN he fell in love.
Cathryn was voracious now, she kept herself on his body, tying Keith's neck with a towel and making fierce faces for him to answer. And the only answer she got at this time was a calm smile.
"You will know when we are back in Germany. Look for it in my bedroom."
"That's two weeks to go!" Cathryn pretended to be angry and went to bite and tickle him.
They soon ended up kissing deeply and touching each other, and Keith pushed her underneath, feeling his crotch hard as a hot iron. But Cathryn's lochia was not finished, and they could only smell and try to feel the big feast ahead, finally getting up again and giving up in Briston's cry.
The nanny knocked at the door and reminded, "It's his milk time now, ma'am."
Cathryn pushed Keith aside, and her arm met his erect gorgeousness. Keith laughed and complained that he couldn't make it stop. In the end, Cathryn stood up and went to the bedroom door to take the bottle. Keith dripped a few drops of the milk on the back of his hand to test the temperature and fed the pacifier into the baby's mouth.
Briston was too small to hold the bottle himself, despite the fact that he used all his arms and legs to do so. He could only rely on his parents' help, his black eyes staring at the bottle and his mouth swallowing vigorously.
"You need to bear it for 2 weeks, and so do I. Let's wait together so it'll come faster."
Keith said as he turned to look at Cathryn from the bottle. Cathryn flushed when she understood what he was talking about bearing. She went over to lean on Keith's lap, silent with a worried face.
Two weeks, and she would be meeting Keith's parents for the first time. She was nervous when Keith told her that his grandpa had planned a banquet to introduce her to all the families and friends. She hadn't gotten too misshapen after childbirth, but long isolation had kept her from the social world, and she was not that exquisite actress anymore.