You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1985: Partiality

Chapter 1985: Partiality

With the arrival of the babies in the house, it immediately became lively, and time passed quickly.

Before they knew it, it was already nighttime.

After dinner, several nannies started bathing Wilson and Cullen. A bathroom was specially renovated in the house for them, with two temporary baby baths set up, the heating turned up to the maximum, creating a misty atmosphere.

Cullen particularly enjoyed playing with water, having a blast in the bathroom, his little hands and feet constantly moving.

Joyce couldn't help but reach out and hold Cullen's little hand.

Cecelia smiled and said, "They truly have different personalities, one active and the other calm, born different."

Joyce then touched Wilson's little face, saying, "He looks so content lying in the bath. He's so tiny, so soft, I'm afraid to touch him."

"Celebrate that realization," Cecelia noted. "Children grow quickly, and it feels like we can see them growing every day."

"Yes," Joyce nodded.

Aunt Liu, bathing Wilson, chimed in, "Indeed, in the first two years, children change every day. Wilson is so well-behaved, not crying or fussing. Before, I've had many children cry vigorously during bath time." Mrs. Powell, bathing Cullen, carefully held him and remarked, "Cullen has a lot of strength; I have to put in some effort to hold him steadily. Also, I've noticed that Cullen sleeps less; from this afternoon until now, he hasn't closed his eyes. Newborns generally sleep for around 20 to 22 hours, and I estimate Cullen only needs about 17 hours of sleep."

"Wilson doesn't sleep much either, maybe 18 hours at most," Aunt Liu added quickly.

"It's just like you were as a child," Cecelia interjected, glancing at Joyce. "You slept very little, always full of energy."

"I did?" Joyce recalled being lost as a child, which was why Cecelia raised her.

"Yes," Cecelia nodded. "I'll never forget how you looked as a child, no matter how much time passes. I'm afraid of forgetting. I couldn't bear not seeing my daughter again."

Joyce held Cecelia's wrist, saying, "Mom, the past is behind us now, and I'm here beside you. I promise to take good care of you and make up for your regrets."

Cecelia patted Joyce's hand, saying, "I have no regrets anymore; I just want you to be happy."

Joyce nodded.

After bathing, Jane and Mrs. Powell helped Wilson and Cullen get dressed. After all the excitement of coming home, they were finally feeling a bit sleepy. They hadn't slept at all the whole afternoon. Jane and Mrs. Powell carried them back to their respective nursery rooms. Although their rooms were separate, they were connected by a door, making it convenient to go back and forth without disturbing each other in case of crying.

"I'll put the children to sleep," Joyce said as she followed them into the nursery.

Upon returning home, Wilson and Cullen were taken care of by rotating nannies overnight.

"You put Cullen to sleep, and I'll hold Wilson," Cecelia, always active, wanted to spend more time with the children.

They each held the children, gently rocking them.

At this moment, Luther entered the room and approached Joyce, sniffing Cullen lightly. "He smells so good, like milk."

Joyce hushed him, whispering, "Keep it down, he just fell asleep. Babies who drink milk have that scent, but it disappears as they grow up."

Cecelia then walked over from the next room, watching Cullen peacefully asleep after, "Wilson is already asleep, this nap should be a good one for him. And Cullen?"

Joyce carried Cullen to the crib, gently placing him down, saying, "He's also asleep."

Luther watched the crib for a moment before saying, "I'll go check on Wilson."

Cecelia then went to Cullen's bedside, admiring the serene sleeping face of Cullen, "The two brothers look almost identical. If it weren't for the red birthmark on Wilson's earlobe, we would have a hard time telling them apart."

"When we stand far away from them, we probably won't be able to distinguish who is who," Joyce added. "Thankfully, the brothers have different personalities, so we should be able to tell them apart as they grow up."

"Having a pair of twins after having twins and selecting the dragon and the phoenix, it's really hard on you," Cecelia acknowledged, patting Joyce's shoulder. "Go rest in the living room for a while. Don't forget you're still a new mother, and I've prepared some snacks for you. Eat them while they're still warm."

"Alright," Joyce nodded. "I'll go check on Wilson and then rest in the living room."

Mrs. Powell stood up, saying, "Madam, please rest assured; I will take good care of the young master."

Cecelia nodded and left the nursery room first.

Joyce went to Wilson's room, where Jane was keeping him company. Luther, standing by the crib, gently traced Wilson's delicate face, reluctant to leave.

"What's this? Do you prefer Wilson?" Joyce quietly approached Luther, teasing him.

Luther glanced at her and said, "What are you saying? I love all of them, they're all my treasures, including Andres and Alisha."

"Are you sure you're not partial? With four children, parents replace it hard to be fair," Joyce raised an eyebrow. "So, who do you like the most?"

Luther looked at Joyce in silence, then glared at her sternly.

"I love you the most!" He emphasized, raising his voice.

Feeling embarrassed with Jane standing there, Joyce was dumbfounded, blushing.

Jane turned her face away, trying to conceal her smile.

More embarrassed now, Joyce quickly pulled Luther out of the nursery room.

Once they were outside the door, she scolded him in a hushed tone, "There are people inside, what are you saying?"

Luther raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "It's your fault for asking the wrong question. How can I be partial when I love all of you? You insist on asking who's more important, of course, it's you." Joyce took his arm, "Alright, I won't ask again. Let's not talk in front of the children's rooms; we might disturb their rest."

Luther nodded, "Yes, you should finish your snacks first. I'll be waiting in the living room."

Looking a little hesitant, Joyce said, "You're even making me eat these supplements. First of all, I'm not hungry, and secondly, three snacks a day, I'm about to throw up."

Unable to help himself, Luther leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Be good, now go."

"Fine," Joyce sighed.