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Chapter 465 Mom, We Miss Our Sister So Much
I leaned back against the pillow, listening to Fu Sihan chatter about the children's recent situation, a smile creeping into my eyes. I looked at the exhausted Fu Sihan, who wanted to raise her hand to touch her husband's face, but found that her hand was still connected to the IV tube, and her movement froze in mid-air. Fu Sihan saw this and immediately came to my side.
"Wanting, thank you for your hard work." He stroked my face and said, "When you recover, I will take you home, okay? You need to rest well now, okay? Do you want to see the children? I have already told them that you have given them a sister.
I stared at the bloodshot eyes and the wispy stubble. My throat tightened, my voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "How long have you... not slept?" My fingertips hovered just above the dark shadows under his eyes, finally resting lightly on the back of his cool hand. Fu Sihan took my hand in his, the warmth of his palm piercing through the coldness of the IV line, burning my eyes.
"From the moment you entered the delivery room." He said it lightly, but held my fingers tighter. "But everything is okay now. You and Yaya are safe." Before he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound outside the door. The door of the ward was pushed open a crack, and five little heads squeezed in like baby birds.
"Mom!" Fu Xiyan rushed over first, holding a gift box wrapped crookedly in colored paper in her arms, "We made a star lantern for my sister!" Mu Zekai held up a crayon drawing with "Welcome Home" written crookedly on it, and his hands were covered with paint. The youngest Zekai stood on tiptoe and clung to the hospital bed, saying happily, "Look, Mom! I brought all the coins from the piggy bank to buy milk powder for my sister!"
Fu Mukai stepped forward and took out the baby's clothes. He said happily, "Mom, this is a very beautiful dress I bought for my sister. I hope my sister can wear it beautifully every day."
Fu Muze was not to be outdone. He pulled out a wrinkled notebook from behind his back, with sequined stickers clinging crookedly to the cover. “I wrote a poem! I’ll read it to my sister when she grows up!” He cleared his throat and recited in a babyish voice, “My sister is a little cherry blossom, sleeping in the clouds and sprouting…” He suddenly got stuck halfway through, and with his ears reddened, he stuffed the notebook into my arms, “I haven’t finished the rest yet!”
Fu Yitian carefully touched the IV tube in my hand, tears welling up in her eyes: "Mom, is it in pain? When you gave birth to me and my brother and sister, it must have been more painful than this!" Her fingertips were as cold as a frightened deer. Seeing this, Fu Sihan squatted down and said to her gently: "It's all Dad's fault, but you have to grow up quickly and protect Mom, okay?
Fu Sihan gently held Fu Yitian in his arms, his palm against his daughter's frail back. His voice was filled with unwavering tenderness: "When Mom gave birth to you, it was like a warrior defeating a giant monster." He looked up at the bed, and when his eyes met mine, a complex emotion welled up in his eyes—a fear. If Li Jingyi hadn't kidnapped her, how could she have had a miscarriage and a premature birth? The thought of this made him feel indescribable.
At this time, the nurse brought the child over, and several people rushed over, saying, "Mom, this little sister is so small and soft."
Fu Yitian was the first to move forward, her fingertips hovering half an inch away from her sister's face, and she hesitated to let go: "Mom, can I touch her?" After getting the consent, she gently touched the pink cheek as if touching a treasure, "So small and soft, like!"
Zekai stood on tiptoe, clinging to the edge of the stroller. He had already grasped the coins, which were already warm from his grip, but now they were all scattered on the ground, and he didn't even bother to pick them up. He lay down beside the stroller and whispered in Yaya's ear, "Don't be afraid, sister. I'm here! When you grow up, I'll give you all the marbles to play with!" As he said this, he stuffed his most precious lightning marble into the corner of the stroller.
Fu Mukai solemnly unfolded the new dress and carefully covered Yaya with it. The crooked little flowers on the hem swayed gently with his movements. "The little princess should wear a beautiful dress! I'll draw a portrait of her tomorrow!" Fu Muze, holding a notebook, suddenly blushed and stuffed the book into his sister's arms. "I'll read all the poems in it to you from now on."
Fu Sihan stood aside, his eyes flickering between the children and me. His Adam's apple couldn't help but rise and fall as he recalled the thrilling scene when Li Jingyi kidnapped me. That day, when he received the kidnapper's call, he nearly collapsed, frantically searching the city for me. If Rang Kaikai hadn't hacked into Mo Wanting's phone, he wouldn't have imagined Li Jingyi could be so vicious. Since she was so vicious, he wouldn't have let her hurt Mo Wanting. As for her installing a footrest, she definitely wouldn't have fallen.
"Don't crowd your sister." He reminded softly, reaching out to pick up Zekai so that the little guy could see his sister better. Zekai waved his hands excitedly and accidentally touched Yaya's feet. The baby suddenly wrinkled his face and let out a cry.
The sudden cry instantly quieted the ward. Fu Yitian panicked and quickly imitated her mother's way of coaxing her, gently rocking the stroller: "Sister, don't cry, I'm here..." Fu Muze rubbed his hands anxiously, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket: "Are you hungry? Here's some candy!"
"Don't be silly." Fu Sihan stopped Yitian with a smile, reached out to pick up Yaya, and quickly said: "Your sister can't eat candy, right? She can only drink milk, you know?" Fu Sihan said while patting her back skillfully, "Daddy is here." The magical thing is that when the little guy heard the familiar voice, she actually stopped crying gradually, and stretched out her little hand, unconsciously grabbing Fu Sihan's collar.
Si Han looked down at his daughter, his lips curled up in a gentle arc. The little body in his arms gradually relaxed, and her breath with the scent of milk gently sprayed on his wrist, itching, but also made his heart soften into a pool of spring water. Fu Yitian tiptoed over, staring at her sister with sparkling eyes: "Dad, why does my sister stop crying when she hears your voice?"
"Because Yaya loves daddy's voice the most." Fu Sihan said with a smile, reaching out and gently scratching his daughter's nose. Fu Muze snorted in dissatisfaction: "Then I will read poems to my sister every day in the future. She will definitely like me the most!" As he said that, he took out his wrinkled notebook and opened it carefully, fearing that he would wake up his sleeping sister.
Zekai suddenly tugged at the corner of Fu Sihan's clothes and asked in a baby voice, "Dad, when can my sister play marbles with me?" Fu Sihan looked at his son's serious face and couldn't help laughing, "When Yaya grows up a little, brother can teach her." Zekai immediately straightened his chest, with an expression of great responsibility on his shoulders, "I will definitely teach my sister to be amazing!"
Fu Mukai, fiddling with the little clothes he'd bought for my sister, suddenly looked up and asked, "Dad, when can we take my sister home?" Fu Sihan looked at me in the hospital bed, his eyes full of concern. "When Mom recovers, we'll go home together." I met his gaze, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart. After this thrilling birth, every moment of warmth seemed invaluable.