"Don’t cry..." Skyler Jones wiped away the tears rolling from Christine Quinn’s eyes with heartache, holding her tightly in his arms, gently resting his chin on her forehead, and apologized, "It’s not that I don’t want our child, it’s that we’re not ready for one right now..."
"Why?" Christine looked at Skyler with her eyes full of loss.
Skyler said, "You should know that your body is not suitable for pregnancy..."
"I’m fine now..."
"But I can’t let you take that risk." Skyler pulled Christine away, looking at her with pity.
Christine looked steadily at Skyler’s troubled face, her throat choked, unable to speak.
Skyler gazed at Christine with deep affection, "Heaven knows how much I want to have another child with you, but I can’t ignore your health... Do you rember what you went through when you gave birth to Marie? You almost died on the operating table due to a heart attack... How can I be at ease letting you get pregnant with such risks?"
Christine’s long lashes, wet with tears, trembled as she blankly asked, "Is it because you’re worried about my health?"
"If I wasn’t worried, why would I take such strict precautions every ti? Do you think it’s pleasant for to wear that every ti?" Skyler was frustrated, wanting to shout but afraid to scare her.
Christine sniffled and lightly bit her lip.
Skyler lovingly wiped away the tears from Christine’s eyes and face, gently coaxing, "Be good... listen to first."
Christine bit her lip and gave a slight nod.
Skyler held Christine’s frail shoulders, seriously saying, "Baby... we already have a child, and I’m very satisfied. I don’t want you to risk yourself for another child. Do you know? If pursuing another child causes your heart problems to resurface, how could I handle it? I can’t... Christine..." Skyler held Christine tenderly in his arms, kissing her cold face, a hoarse voice escaping, "I’d be at a loss, I’d be helpless, I wouldn’t be able to think rationally, because every night seeing you sleep peacefully in my arms, I’m so grateful heaven let you return to ... Do you know how content I am with life right now? I dare not hope for more..."
Christine’s nose stung, "Skyler..."
Skyler held Christine tightly, speaking huskily, "Nothing is more important than you to ."
"I’m sorry..."
"Silly girl..." Skyler gently pecked Christine’s lips, "Promise , don’t feel sad, what we have is already plentiful."
Christine nodded, her sorrow buried in his embrace.
Much later.
On the bed, Skyler embraced Christine, letting her snuggle closely in his arms.
Christine’s emotions gradually cald, yet her eyes and nose were still red.
"Be good, get so sleep..."
Christine’s eyes were wide open, pensive, unable to sleep.
Seeing no response from Christine, Skyler slightly turned to look at her in his arms, "What’s wrong?"
Christine just shook her head blankly, without answering.
Skyler gently moved aside a strand of hair covering Christine’s beautiful face, softly saying, "Don’t be afraid... tomorrow, I’ll go with you to the hospital."
At the ntion of "hospital," Christine’s body slightly trembled.
Knowing her current sense of loss and helplessness, he held her tighter, "We have Marie, there’s no regret in this life... be good."
Christine let Skyler hold her, her expression remained dazed.
Skyler continued to soothe her, though she never said a word back to him...
Finally, she closed her eyes in exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
No one knew that this night, it was Skyler who ultimately couldn’t fall asleep.
Long after Christine fell asleep, Skyler got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.
With Christine’s downcast, dazed expression flashing in his mind, Skyler sighed lightly, taking a lighter and lighting a cigarette.
The next day.
Christine woke up in Skyler’s arms.
Such a warm and peaceful morning was once Christine’s favorite, but at this mont, as she looked at Skyler’s handso profile and thought of his request from last night, it felt as if her heart was suddenly gripped tightly, hurting deeply.
Although she understood she couldn’t bla him...
Because she always approached issues emotionally, while he always approached them rationally.
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