I Became the Mother of His Child

"Mmm, what are you doing?" Xu Xiuxiu giggled as she arched an eyebrow at Song Yuanhuan, and only then did she turn around to put down the spatula she had been holding. The next moment, however, a massive heat source steaming with warmth approached her from behind, and a pair of arms, covered in beads of sweat, easily propped themselves on the small kitchen counter by her waist.

"My dear wife." Song Yuanhuan rested his head on Xu Xiuxiu's shoulder, tilting his head slightly, those perfectly kissable thin lips softly calling her name while teasingly nibbling on her tender earlobe.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Xu Xiuxiu, stunned by his deep voice, could feel her heartbeat become irregular, clearly sensing the loss of territory on her earlobe as a hot and moist sensation spread over her face, making her protest helplessly like a boiled red crab, immediately nudging the area by Song Yuanhuan's obliques with her elbow.

"My dear wife." Song Yuanhuan continued to softly repeat, the warm breath from his lips fervently assaulting her sensitive ear.

"What on Earth are you doing! Still, going on with 'my dear wife' non-stop, huh!" Xu Xiuxiu glared at him, not in the best of moods, and poked him in the firm waist. This man, you say his emotional intelligence is low, and sometimes it really is, which can be quite frustrating; but high? Occasionally it seems quite high, hitting her soft spots out of nowhere, making her unable to resist the urge to sleep with him.

"Yeah! I want to call you that non-stop, my whole life." Song Yuanhuan openly admitted his thoughts, "Thank you, my dear wife." His hands shifted from propping on the simple stove, to circling her slender waist, his voice full of solemn gratitude.

"Okay, okay, I get it! Now get out of here, I need to cook dinner, otherwise we'll all go hungry. Do you really want him to starve?" Xu Xiuxiu said with a soft smile, stretching her hand to place Song Yuanhuan's hand on her belly.

"I'll cook. It's smoky here. You go and sit on the sofa." Song Yuanhuan cast a glance at Xu Xiuxiu's belly, and with a quick movement, slipped his hand into her armpit and scooped her up around her waist.

"Ah!" Xu Xiuxiu helplessly exclaimed as Song Yuanhuan carried her out of the kitchen horizontally.

"Just sit here nice and proper, keep Si Ya and Cheng Guang company watching TV, I'll go to the kitchen to cook." While soothing Xu Xiuxiu, Song Yuanhuan also snatched the remote control from their son Song Chen's hands, handed it to Xu Xiuxiu, then carefully pulled a cushion behind her, "Watch whatever you want." He then fixed a stern gaze on Song Chengguang, who looked innocently cute, "Song Chengguang, don't fight with Mommy for the remote control, got it?"

"Got it." Song Chengguang pouted his red lips, nearly crying in grievance.

"Song Yuanhuan, can you handle cooking on your own?" Xu Xiuxiu, seated on the couch and holding the remote control, asked with concern after Song Yuanhuan.

"Don't worry, you're my top priority to protect right now, how could I let you starve," Song Yuanhuan said while rolling up his sleeves.

Song Yuanhuan indeed did not exaggerate. Although the meal he prepared couldn't compare to Xu Xiuxiu, who could be considered a professional, it was far from sloppy; both taste and presentation were good.

Xu Jingjing and Song Chengguang were especially happy, giving repeated thumbs-ups.

"I want to find a man like Brother-in-law Chengguang in the future," Xu Jingjing said as she gnawed on a rib, a look full of envy directed at Xu Xiuxiu. These past few days she had come to realize that her Brother-in-law Chengguang was incredibly good to her sister, so much so that it strengthened her resolve to find a man who was as understanding and attentive as he was.

Xu Xiuxiu had originally thought that Song Yuanhuan's solicitous nature would not last long, as he did not seem to be the type of man who would meticulously pamper a woman. Yet, that night, Xu Xiuxiu once again enjoyed the Empress Dowager treatment from Song Yuanhuan, whose attention to detail was simply breathtaking.

Xu Xiuxiu had just finished her bath and entered the bedroom when Song Yuanhuan came in, solicitously holding a basin of water: "Here, wife, don't you often have cold hands and feet? Soaking your feet before bed will warm you up." At night, Xu Xiuxiu, with her cold hands and feet, always liked to snuggle into Song Yuanhuan's embrace, so naturally, he knew about her problem with cold extremities.

"Okay!" Xu Xiuxiu was naturally willing to accept Song Yuanhuan's attentiveness.

"My dear, your feet are really small and pretty," Song Yuanhuan praised as he held Xu Xiuxiu's size 35 feet. Observing the stark contrast of his dark, rough palms cradling her small feet, he couldn't help but let out an enamored sigh, causing Xu Xiuxiu to feel both amused and slightly exasperated.

"Just focus on giving me the foot bath, and stop commenting on my feet, can you?" asked Xu Xiuxiu, slightly embarrassed, as she drew in her toes and struggled to pull free from the grasp of his hands—the look on his face as he held her feet was just too embarrassing.

"Alright, alright, I won't study them," Yuanhuan immediately agreed, placing Xu Xiuxiu's small feet into the basin to soak. Her fair, delicate feet looked even more translucent and tempting in the water.

"Wife, shall I massage them for you?" Song Yuanhuan, unable to resist the allure of her soft feet, involuntarily knelt down and reached into the water to massage Xu Xiuxiu's feet.

Xu Xiuxiu sat quietly at the edge of the bed, watching Song Yuanhuan bend over to massage her feet. Her eyes reddened slightly with emotion. She had never imagined that this man would go to such lengths; he was not the type to handle such meticulous tasks, yet he did it with utmost seriousness. "Song Yuanhuan, you are so attentive and kind to me for the sake of our child, I don't know whether I should be sad or happy," Xu Xiuxiu said softly, her voice tinged with a trace of melancholy.

"Silly girl," Song Yuanhuan, with his wet hand, reached up and playfully stroked Xu Xiuxiu's nose. "Pregnancy is so hard on a woman! You see how you suffered from morning sickness this morning? It broke my heart. Therefore, it is my duty to make sure you enjoy treatment like a queen during pregnancy," said Song Yuanhuan gently, his normally cool heart melting at that moment.

Looking after his pregnant wife gave him all the motivation he needed.

"Hey! Your hands are all in the foot bath water; it's so dirty!" Xu Xiuxiu protested, giving Song Yuanhuan a stern look.

"It's not dirty. It's your own foot bath water, so what's there to dislike? I'm not disgusted by it," Song Yuanhuan chuckled, looking at Xu Xiuxiu. He wiped his own face with his wet hand, then, noticing the water in the foot basin growing cool, he took a towel and carefully dried off the droplets on her feet.

"It's cool outside, cover yourself with the blanket and get into bed!" Song Yuanhuan urged Xu Xiuxiu to get under the covers.

"Okay," Xu Xiuxiu nodded and crawled into bed.

Song Yuanhuan, satisfied, carried the basin out of the room. After about ten minutes, he entered the bedroom with his slightly damp hair, wiped himself dry, and wearing only a light piece of clothing, climbed into bed.