I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 381

**TITLE: The Attention 381**
**Chapter 381: Bossy Little Thing**

The babies lay nestled in their tiny incubators, blissfully unaware of the world around them, still lost in the depths of sleep. The atmosphere in the room was serene, a tranquil bubble that felt almost sacred. As we stepped inside, even the sound of Ashton’s footsteps seemed to hush, as if we were intruding upon a delicate moment.

We stood side by side, two new parents mesmerized by the sight of our precious little ones, our hearts swelling with a mix of awe and love.

“Which one’s Maple and which one’s Captain Crunch?” I whispered, my voice barely breaking the stillness. We had decided that the older twin would be named Maple, but in this moment, I felt a pang of uncertainty.

“That’s Maple,” Ashton replied softly, his tone laced with tenderness.

Maple was… a boy.

He lay there, a tiny bundle, his delicate fists curled up near his face as if he were striking a pose for an unseen audience. He looked so small, so utterly innocent, a perfect little being.

Just gazing at him sent a rush of warmth through my heart, melting away any lingering worries.

So this was the child who had come from me.

Seeing him in person was an entirely different experience compared to the flat images on a screen. A smile blossomed on my face as I reached out, gently tapping the glass that separated us, my fingertips brushing against the cool surface near his cherubic face. The sheer sight of him filled me with a profound sense of peace.

Suddenly, a loud, piercing cry shattered the calm.

The sound was so powerful that it felt almost incongruous coming from such a tiny preemie.

I jumped in surprise, my heart racing, and instinctively stepped closer. “That’s Captain Crunch, right?” I asked, the urgency of the moment making my voice tremble.

“Yes… that’s Captain Crunch,” Ashton replied, his voice surprisingly flat, as if he were still processing the scene before us.

I was too absorbed in the sound of the wailing to notice the shift in his demeanor.

Bending down slightly, I cooed softly, “Mummy’s here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

As I spoke soothingly to her, I noticed Maple must have heard his sister’s cries because he suddenly let out a loud wail of his own. It felt like a competition between the twins, each trying to outdo the other in volume.

A nurse rushed into the room, her expression a mix of concern and professionalism.

I turned to her immediately, my heart racing. “What’s going on? They won’t stop crying!”

“Maybe they’re hungry,” Ashton suggested, glancing between the two little ones.

The nurse shook her head firmly. “They were fed just half an hour ago. It’s not time for their next feeding yet, so that’s unlikely.”

“Then what’s wrong?” I asked, my anxiety creeping in.

“Probably a dirty nappy,” she said, moving towards Maple’s incubator to check. She gently felt his bottom and frowned slightly. “No, he’s dry.”

Next, she moved to Captain Crunch’s side, and as she checked her, it became clear. Captain Crunch had indeed made a mess. The nurse quickly changed her nappy with practiced efficiency.

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