Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 309: What Did You Just Call Her?

Andrew couldn’t get the image out of his mind.

The eyes that had just stared at him with a smile just now...

Those eyes...

It was Anne, it was undoubtedly his wife in front of him, and he had only been away from her for about a day or two, but why did it feel this different?

"Annelise, are you alright? How do you feel?" He pulled her back from his hug, looking down into her eyes right now the feeling of something strange felt too heavy in his heart.

"I feel very tired but the doctors said that I’m very strong, and it was a very easy delivery. When I heard you were coming back I couldn’t wait to see you."

"Your voice..." Andrew said with a frown, there was something wrong with the way she sounded but he couldn’t exactly pin point what it was.

Andrew had his eyes exclusively pinned on his wife, so he noticed every tiny expression that fleeted past her eyes.

It was a look of uneasiness for a second as If she was hiding something from him.

"I...I had a cold this morning, I guess it affected my voice a bit." She said.

His wife had just given birth, she really needed to be resting right now. Thinking about this, Andrew forcefully pushed out the strange feeling in his mind and softly caressed her hair.

"What the hell are you doing out of bed Annelise, I would have come to you. You should be resting right now."

She shook her head, clinging to him again this time a lot tighter than earlier. "I just missed you."

Andrew leaned down and picked her up, carrying her in his arms as he went up the stairs.

"Those doctors must be fucking incompetent." Andrew muttered under his breath.

He was called several hours ago that she was taken to the hospital after she suddenly went into labor, how the hell could they let a patient come home?

"Get Shawn!" He instructed a passing maid and the latter hurried away to carry out his instructions.

A slightly nervous look showed on Anne’s face. When Andrew had suddenly carried her, she had revealed a look of shock as if she completely didn’t know he could carry her so lovingly, but her expression soon relaxed and she leaned into his arms as if it was where she had always wanted to be.

"Where is grandpa and everyone else?" Andrew asked wondering why they only left his wife with maids when she should have a whole staff of nurses and doctors looking after her. Until she fully recovered from childbirth she should still be under intense care.

"They are all in the nursery with the baby." Anne informed.

A small smile showed on his face.

Him and Anne had personally designed the nursery here at the estate. He had intended to hire the best interior designers, but Anne had insisted they did it together because couples normally did it themselves. He had liked that idea and he had agreed.

He remembered how they had both spent hours in the room, designing and perfectly assembling everything. Anne had insisted they keep the baby’s gender a surprise, hence they had created a cute and neutral design for the nursery.

Andrew’s heart was thumping really fast at the thought of seeing his child. He still hadn’t been told if it was a boy or a girl but he couldn’t wait to see their child.

He gazed at Anne who he was carrying lovingly, he had intended to kiss her on the forehead but as he looked down at her, that nagging feeling of something being wrong caught his chest again.

He couldn’t shake it off. Why the hell was he feeling this way?

In the end he didn’t kiss her, but gave her a gentle smile before placing her down carefully as they arrived at the nursery’s door.

The woman in front of him pushed open the door to the nursery they’d both created. It was a soft, dreamlike nursery bathed in warm blush tones, every detail designed with elegance.

A white crib could be seen sitting at the center, draped in sheer, flowing curtains a design touch added by Anne herself. They had also added touches of blues in the room in case they had a boy.

Walking into the room where he would be seeing his child for the first time, an air of emptiness hit him immediately he stepped into the nursery.

"I’ve been waiting for you to meet our baby." Anne suddenly said beside him.

Calmly, Andrew looked at her.

She seemed to feel slightly flustered under his gaze. He couldn’t tell why but she seemed a bit nervous.

"I wanted you to be here when I give birth, but nature was a step ahead of me." She smiled bitterly, "Would you like to see our daughter now?"

Daughter?

They had a daughter?

A warm delight rushed into his heart.

Without another word Andrew stepped forward, his face showed no expression as he began to approach the little crib in the room.

Elder Sterling, Donald and Gabriel along with Jasmine had all been around the crib peeking into it but they all stepped back when they saw him approach. Everyone had warm smiles on their faces but Andrew’s eyes were pinned onto the crib.

A small bundle was curled in the crib, a fair tiny hand cutely rubbing against a plump little cheek.

His heart stopped in this moment.

The baby in the crib looked like a little angel. She was cooing softly before her eyes fully opened.

A smile suddenly appeared on Andrew’s face. His obsidian eyes reflected some unknown emotion.

This was his child...this was his daughter.

Something sweet and warm coiled around his heart.

The little round eyes that just opened were large with dark orbs, just like his, but the large almond shaped eyes were exactly like her mother’s.

A round plump face and a tiny nose, with full cheeks that looked fluffy and pink. Even at this little stage of infancy, one could see the strong resemblance the child had with Andrew.

She was like a cut part of him, a striking little version of him in a female baby body.

Something seemed to have gotten stuck in Andrew’s throat, he swallowed hardly but the lump of emotion in his throat didn’t go down until his eyes started to water.

’I want us to have twin boys that looks just like you.’ he recalled Anne saying to him while they were designing the nursery.

"I told you it would be a girl, Sweetheart." He said to himself but the words were directed to Anne, however the Anne next to him looked at him with a strange frown as if she hadn’t fully heard what he said or didn’t understand his words at all.

But she remained staring at his face that showed a deep emotion as he watched his daughter. A look of surprise showed in her eyes as if she had never seen him show such an emotion before.

He couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter for even a single second.

She was small... extremely small.

Andrew suddenly felt conflicted, there was a strong urge in him to carry the child, but he was suddenly scared he’d hurt the infant with how small and fragile she was laying in the crib.

The infant’s large eyes seemed to focus on Andrew, and for some reason, the child smiled for the first time, waving her little hands around her crib.

Andrew couldn’t help but reach out, with carefully shaky hands he picked up the child in a little bundle.

His eyes never left her tiny face. He stared at the child in his arms for a long time without plans of keeping her down.

Anne moved closer to him, placing her hand on his arm.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?"

Andrew glanced sideways at her, there had been a smile on his face but when his eyes met Anne’s the smile stiffened and a frown drew his brows together, he stared intently into her face as if looking for something and she quickly looked away seemingly uneasy.

Why was he looking at her like that? Don’t tell her even with the perfect job of replication, he was suspecting?

She kept her face away from his view until he returned watching his daughter.

When the Anne next to him looked up into his face again, his expression was rigid but he didn’t say a word.

She suddenly felt a strange energy from Andrew but she couldn’t exactly place what she’d just seen in his eyes.

Earlier he was so loving, when he spoke his voice was so gentle. She had never thought he would ever look at anyone like this before or even speak to them like this before, and experiencing it made her heart swell with so much anticipation.

Was he always like this with...her?

Putting on a fake smile she muttered, "I’ll leave you and Elizabeth to bond for a while." Anne said then began making her way out. She didn’t want to spend another second in here.

There was a sickening air of joy in this room. From how elder Sterling was praising Anne, to how that friend of hers was repeatedly looking after her. Being around them might arise suspicion, it was best she excused herself for now so she could go strategize.

"What did you just call her?" This was the first time she heard a rigid displeasure in Andrew’s voice as he spoke to her.

Anne stopped in her tracks, then turned to answer him, "Elizabeth, you wanted to name her that right?"

She had seen a note on Anne’s nightstand with several female names, but the name Elizabeth had been circled, so when elder Sterling asked her a while ago what they planned to name the baby, she had blurted out this name.

Surely it must have been Andrew who wanted to name his daughter that right? Anne wouldn’t dare choose a name by herself without Andrew’s approval right?

’I have a list of names I picked out, would you like to hear them?’ Anne’s voice resounded in Andrew’s mind as he recalled the night they were both talking about this while cuddled in bed.

’Sure.’

’If we have a girl, maybe we name her Andrea?’ Anne had said, quietly waiting for his reply and he had muttered,

’No. Next option?’

Back then, he had a feeling that Anne knew he wouldn’t agree to the name, but she had tried nevertheless. He knew she had said that name to change his hatred for his mother into something positive he could love, but he didn’t have it in him to forgive that woman even if he had chosen to let go of the hate.

’Elizabeth?’ Anne had said next trying again, it was still that woman’s middle name.

’No, Annelise. Not Elizabeth.’ he had replied with a sigh. He didn’t want to reject every name she picked, in fact he wanted her to name their child anything she would like if possible, however the names she mentioned had a bitterness in his life.

He remembered hugging her tightly as he said to her.

’Alright, let’s do it like this. You can name her anything you want, Andrea, Elizabeth, anything as long as you grant me this request.’

’What request?’

’If we have a girl, I’d like to name her after you.’

Anne had laughed.

’A mother and daughter can’t have the exact same name.’

’Not your name exactly, but the name you hold in my heart. To me you’re an angel that walked into my life, an angel that made everything beautiful, so I want to name our daughter just that. Angela, do you like it?’

He could remember how Anne’s eyes lit up.

’Angela, I love it! she’ll be as prim and beautiful as an angel.’

’Good, if we have a girl we’ll call her Angela. And you can give her a middle name of your choice. Deal?’

’Deal. But I still want twin boys.’ She suddenly said making Andrew laugh out loud.

His laughter on that day seemed to echo in his mind as he returned to the present moment.

He looked up at the woman in the room with him right now, his lips lifted in a small smile, "Yes, I wanted to name her that."

Though he gave that simple answer, a strange fire seemed to have lit in his dark eyes, a kind of fire that promised to burn leaving no ashes behind.

The Anne beside him smiled back, then nodded at him before leaving the room.

Immediately she left, Andrew’s eyes darkened even more, the cold smile completely wiped away from his face, his gaze looked dark and furious.

He gently kept the baby back in her crib, leaving her to Jasmine and everyone else’s care as he stomped out of the nursery.