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Side Story 4: Paul VS Daryl (1)

After that day, Daryl stopped going to the training class. Paul arranged for her the one-on-one course, and the teacher would come to their house to give lessons. So, she felt much more relaxed now. Sure enough, she should not force herself to fit in that circle. She had learned a lesson and never asked to take part in any group activities again.

After all, she had enough friends who liked partying and hanging out with her.

The executives she had met by accident all kept their mouths shut about this although she had never asked them to do so. She had expected the news to spread throughout the company soon, but it did not happen.

There were rumors about her pregnancy, but no one could confirm it. So, it was still a mystery for most employees.

Lucia's stomach was bigger than Daryl's because the former was expecting twins. And Daryl was both envious and terrified when hearing the news. Thinking of two babies in her small belly, she couldn't help having some foolish reflections. And after she heard balloons going bang on TV, she had a nightmare that her belly became so bulging that it was on the edge of an explosion.

Some experienced people had told her she was pregnant with a girl after seeing her belly. Daryl didn't know how they could tell the baby's gender, but she couldn't help looking forward to giving birth to a cute girl now.

If she gave birth to a boy, he might be as garrulous as Paul, making her angry every day. So, she wanted a daughter more. She and Paul would dote on her, and he would be more patient with a girl. Daryl could imagine Paul would gently hold his daughter, rub her little face, and lovingly play with her.

So, she dreamed about a soft girl with dark eyes and a cute voice every night, feeling as if her heart were melting.

One morning, Daryl leaned in Paul's arms with a big belly and lazily said, 'Buy more little pink clothes for the baby. 1'

Paul did not care about the color of the baby's clothes. After all, he didn't even care much about his own clothes. It would be OK for him as long as he was not naked or looking impolite.

After he nodded in response, she asked, "Have you thought about the name?"

He rubbed his eyes sleepily and said in a hoarse voice, 'What name?"

Our baby is going to be born in two months! Show more care for it!" Daryl snapped at his arm and said, "I have drafted a lot of names. If you can't think of a good one, we will pick one from my list.'

He then said, "Queenie Thomas."

Daryl glared at him and snapped, "Don't even think about it!"

After being brainwashed, Paul pondered for a moment and agreed a daughter was better than a son. He finally stopped worrying about how many newspapers should be stacked on the cardboard boxes in the cab. If the baby was a girl, he wouldn't need to do it anymore.

But they had not decided on the baby's name when she was about to give birth.

Daryl did not have the energy to think about such things anymore. Her stomach became increasingly big, and she felt heavy and uncomfortable all the time. She couldn't eat or sleep well, so she lost her temper every day.

Even painting Hendry couldn't pacify her. When she was irritable, she could draw dozens of paintings a day, but she didn't even know what she was drawing. She just wanted to throw her body into outer space and suddenly hoped she had never been pregnant.

Paul felt distressed but could do nothing about it. He decided to sterilize himself after the baby was born. After all, one child was enough.

With a lot of anticipation, the expected date of childbirth was around the corner. Daryl almost cried when looking at the calendar like a prisoner who was about to be released after being imprisoned for ten years. She hoped to give birth as soon as possible so that she could feel relaxed and free again. And she had never been so eager to go to the hospital.

Nurses and nutritionists were meticulously taking care of her, so she had not worried about anything at all. In her previous life, her mother used to treat her gently when she had been young and had occasionally mentioned that she had been doing housework and cooking when pregnant with her. At the thought of this, Daryl couldnt help touching her swollen belly. Suddenly, she forgave her mother. Her mother had experienced the pain in childbirth and had been a qualified wife and mother. When Daryl had been young, her mother had truly loved her. But human emotions were too complicated.

Daryl closed his eyes and gently stroked her belly, thinking she would try her best to be a qualified mother.

Suddenly, there was a sudden throbbing pain in her stomach. She had experienced it several times, so she didn't panic although the pain made her pale and break out into a cold sweat.

When Paul wiped his hair after taking a shower, he saw her propping herself up on the edge of the bed with a painful face.

What's wrong? Your stomach hurts?

'It's okay. It is just kicking me..." Daryl weakly waved her hand.

There was still a week before the expected date, so it was probably a false alarm.

But the labor pangs were so severe

that she gasped in pain, feeling as if her lower body was being tom apart Then, she felt as if a one-ton

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hammer was hitting her stomach heavily. The pain made her hold onto the sheet tightly, and her pajamas were soaked in sweat.

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Paul was shocked.

After arriving at the hospital, Daryl lay weakly on the bed, gasping as if she were dying. She felt so painful that she couldn't speak. After a medical check, the doctor shook his head and said, "You have to wait for a while."

After waiting for another two hours, Daryl couldn't help bursting into tears, feeling scared and aggrieved. Since it hurt so much now, she thought she would suffer from more pain when giving birth.

Paul stood by the bed, comforted her in a deep voice over and over again, and fed her some food so that she would have more strength later.

Daryl endured the pain and forced

herself to swallow the food. While eating, she suddenly bit Paul's finger. But she didn't dare to bite him

hard despite the severe pain she was suffering, for fear of hurting him. So, she left only shallow tooth marks. Then, she mumbled while crying, "It hurts! I will never give birth again..."

Paul had never seen her so painful, so he calmly put his finger in her mouth and said, "Bite me, and you will have more strength."

Daryl cried even harder, and the tears soaked his hand. Then, she said, "I can't bear to harm you..."

After another burst of pain, they

finally received the notice of giving birth. Daryl just wanted to give birth to the baby as soon as possible now and was almost muddle-headed. The doctor asked Paul to go out, so he could only stand outside the delivery room, listening to the

nurses' encouragement and Daryl's

painful groans.

When Paula and Burton rushed over after getting the news, they saw him expressionlessly standing in the corridor.

Daryl in the delivery room was giving birth, and her groans sounded scary.

Paula hastily asked, "Paul, is Daryl okay?"

She is still in the delivery room," Paul replied.

Burton cautiously said, "Paul, don't worry. She will be fine."

Burton had never persuaded him like this before, so he felt weird. He had never thought Paul would also feel worried like ordinary people.

'I'm not worried."

Paul blankly stretched out his hand to take over the bottle of water from Burton. Although he had said so, he gripped the bottle so hard that it was on the verge of an explosion.

And Burton noticed the water in the plastic bottle was shaking. It turned out Paul's fingertips were trembling because of excessive tension and

anxiety.

He finally could laugh at Paul now, but the latter was worried for a glorious reason. So, Burton felt envious, wondering when he could be a father. But he knew he must get married first, so he couldn't help glancing at Paula and sighing.

Then, they waited in the corridor together.