Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 272

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 272: Getting Her To Blossom**

As they stepped away from the bustling square, Emma and Silas found themselves surrounded by a serene blanket of snow, the world transformed into a shimmering wonderland. Each step they took crunched softly beneath their boots, the air crisp and biting, yet somehow invigorating.

The nights in Frostveil were nothing short of enchanting. The sky above twinkled like a canvas splattered with countless stars, each one glimmering with a light that seemed to whisper secrets of the universe. It was a scene that could have easily been lifted from a storybook, and Emma felt a sense of wonder wash over her.

With a playful curiosity, Emma reached up to touch the two tiny leaves that had sprouted atop her head. They were delicate and vibrant, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Silas, do you think our fruit will one day hang from your head too?” The question bubbled up from her imagination, and she was eager to explore the possibilities.

Her mind raced with images. Would the fruit dangle from a branch that sprouted straight out like the ones she had carved in her childhood? Or would it nestle among his hair, hidden just like hers? The thought made her giggle.

Silas glanced at the little leaves perched on her head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Typically, the fruit hangs from the father’s chest,” he explained with a patient tone, “which allows him to absorb energy more efficiently. But if it decides to settle on my head, that’s perfectly fine too.”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she continued, “Can it talk or move? And if it hangs from your chest, will it be tucked away under your clothes or visible?” The questions poured out of her, fueled by an excitement that was contagious.

A hint of amusement danced in Silas’s expression as he considered her inquiries. “Most fruits don’t have the ability to speak at first. However, ours is special; it already possesses a certain awareness. I can’t say for certain when it will start talking,” he mused, pausing thoughtfully. “Perhaps it will surprise us and start chatting as soon as it’s born. Who knows?”

He continued, “As for whether it will be hidden beneath my clothes or out in the open, that really depends on our little buddy’s preferences.”

Emma pondered for a moment, her brow furrowing in seriousness. “I think it would be best to keep it inside your shirt. What if it gets knocked off if it’s outside?”

In response, Silas took a step closer, wrapping her in his warm embrace. “Emma, you shouldn’t be worrying about that right now. You should be thinking about me instead!” he said, pouting playfully.

After all, the fruit was still a dream waiting to be realized. “I have to take care of it for three whole years, Emma!” he added dramatically, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

The pitiful tone in his voice struck a chord within Emma, and she felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. Yet, she couldn’t suppress a giggle that bubbled up in her throat. No, she had to stifle it; it wouldn’t do to laugh at his plight.

Wrapping her arms around Silas’s waist, she gazed up at him with a soft expression. “Is there really no other way?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Silas shook his head, his expression one of mock sorrow. “No, unfortunately not.”

As soon as the words left his lips, he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms. “That’s why you’ll have to make it up to me now, Emma.”

Before she could even process his sudden move, Silas had already carried her back to their room, determination etched on his face.

For five long days, Silas kept her confined within the cozy walls of their room. Whenever Emma succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep, he would gently feed her a few blossoms to aid her recovery. His energy seemed boundless, as if he were fueled by a wellspring of vitality that never ran dry.

It wasn’t until the seventh leaf sprouted from Emma’s head and small flower buds began to emerge that Silas finally relented and let her go free.

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