Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Heart of a mother...

With the children named, Davis and Jessica’s smiles widened.

Davis couldn’t hide the relief plastered on his face. It was as though a long, unanswered prayer, one he feared Heaven had forgotten had finally been granted.

But that wasn’t the case with Jessica because att the sound of Davis’ chosen word, "Jasmine," her gaze had flickered to him in surprise.

The joy of naming their child had momentarily masked it, but now, as silence settled in, the question gnawed at her heart and she couldn’t help but wonder. "Why Jasmine?"

Cuddling Damian closer to her chest, Jessica’s thoughts raced. Her fingers smoothed the baby’s tiny blanket, and her eyes narrowed as she lifted them to Davis. "Why did you choose the name Jasmine out of so many?" she asked, her voice low yet filled with curiosity.

She had thought widely of the best name that would suit the Allen princess and heiress, but never did she expect Davis to choose such a name in a blink of an eye.

It might not be wrong to think he had carefully thought of the name.

Davis lowered his gaze to the little dumpling in his arms, her dazzling features that constantly reminded him of the woman he married.

The lady that had given her all to pull him from despair, left no stone unturned to see him stand tall;

And above all, had made him a proud father, a soft smile curled his lips.

"She is beautiful, just like the name," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Jessica’s gaze lingered on him. She observed the subtle shifts in his expression: the gentleness, the gratitude, the love that seemed etched into every line of his face. Her heart tightened.

Lowering her eyes to Damian, she found him resting peacefully, his head pressed against her chest, his small hand searching blindly for his mouth. A sigh escaped her lips...soft, heavy, laced with guilt.

Her long stay in the hospital had robbed her of the chance to give her children what every newborn instinctively craved...the breast milk.

No nursing, no late-night whispers, no chance to comfort them as only a mother could. Now, with them warm in her arms, the reality weighed heavily on her chest. She felt sorry and burdened about their welfare.

Davis lifted his gaze from Jasmine just in time to catch the flicker of sadness and pain clouding Jessica’s features. His chest tightened. "Babe, what is the problem?" he asked, his tone gentle, soft and almost pleading.

Jessica shook her head lightly. "Nothing special, just thinking," she murmured. But the sorrow written in her eyes told another story, one she couldn’t mask no matter how much she tried, it remained as glaring as the day... unhidden.

Davis leaned closer, shaking his head in denial, unwilling to accept her dismissal. "Baby," he coaxed softly, "you know it wouldn’t be a burden if you let us share the problem...as we’ve always done."

Jessica stilled at his words. As we’ve always done. The phrase echoed in her ears, tugging at the fragments of memories she couldn’t quite reach.

Her throat tightened. "Do we?" she asked, her voice fragile, hopeful yet aching for the loss of what she could not remember.

She shifted her gaze back to the twins, blinking against the sting in her eyes. "I’m worried... will they always feed on formula?"

The soft smile that lingered on Davis’ lips faded instantly. Concern furrowed his brow as his heart clenched.

He knew she was right, the babies had been on preterm formula since the NICU, and afterward, the feeding had continued at home. In truth, he hadn’t given it much thought. Survival had been his only concern then.

"You’ve been unconscious," he said quietly, lowering his eyes, "there’s no way you could breastfeed them."

"I’m not talking about when I was unconscious," she countered quickly, her voice firmer now. "I’m asking about now."

Married to him for two years... do I have my own space, or do we share a room?

What about now?

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