Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 614: I Miss You, Potential Daddy (4)_1

Chapter 614: Chapter 614: I Miss You, Potential Daddy (4)_1

She was still fumbling with childcare, and the child’s unpredictability often left her frazzled. Sometimes she was so distressed by his crying that she felt dizzy. Knowing her son’s fondness for his dad, Glades Horne, she instinctively saw him as her savior whenever he appeared.

There was no helping it; Glades Horne just had the makings of a Dad. Little Ivan simply liked him, probably because of the prenatal education he had received. Throughout the past ten months, Glades had always talked to him, teased him, and caressed him, fostering in him a deep affection for his father while he was still in the womb.

Experiments have proven that fathers who participate in prenatal education and frequently talk to their babies can soothe them when they cry after birth, even when their mothers can’t. In their fathers’ arms, calmed by their deep, mellow voices and strong, gentle caresses, babies often quickly settle down.

Glades Horne entered the inner room, first giving the nanny a reproachful glance. The four experienced nannies he had hired had still let his son cry for so long.

"Glades, don’t be upset with the nanny," Julia said, not missing his glance and indirectly pleading on the nanny’s behalf. "The baby is so small; no one knows why he cries. Even I, as his mother, can’t stop his cries."

When Glades faced her, his expression softened a bit. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Let me hold him." Then he took Ivan from Julia’s arms. Having been a dad for a couple of weeks, his movements were now much smoother.

"Ivan, don’t cry, don’t cry, okay? Daddy’s here, Daddy’s holding you. Don’t cry, Ivan is the best..." Glades softened his voice, gently patting and comforting the child. "You’re a boy, Ivan, boys shouldn’t cry..."

Geez, the kid was so young, barely a couple of weeks old; it would be odd if he understood anything.

But oddly enough, as Glades spoke softly and patted gently, little Ivan actually stopped crying, his dark eyes fixed steadily on him, becoming quiet.

Julia and the nanny exchanged glances.

His mother couldn’t stop his crying, nor could the most experienced nanny. Yet his father, with just a hold and a few unintelligible words, managed to do it.

"Julia, go back to bed and rest," Glades said as soon as he saw his son stop crying, urging her to go back to bed. Both his mother and mother-in-law had told him to keep a close watch on Julia, to make sure she didn’t sit too much as it could cause back pain later. Naturally, he had to be particularly attentive to anything related to her health.

"I just got up; I’m fine. Lying down all day makes me feel like I’m bedridden," Julia grumbled.

She felt as though she had nearly developed bedsores on her back.

Only now did she realize that being pregnant wasn’t as hard. At least she had freedom. The postpartum confinement was the truly difficult part, like being imprisoned. Even though the room was large and had inner chambers, the space she could move in was tiny compared to the outside world.

She looked forward to the sunrise and sunset every day, counting the days, eager for the day of the full moon celebration to arrive.

"Lie down," Glades’s voice deepened, his gaze becoming more domineering.

"One day, men should go through childbirth and the confinement period to experience this feeling," Julia complained in response to his authoritarian look, but she resigned herself to lying back down on the large double bed.

"You can leave now," Glades told the nanny to step out.

The nanny was all too eager to leave the room. As long as the Young Master was present, she felt pressured. It was tough on the Young Mistress to bear with the Young Master.

After the nanny had left the room, Glades sat down at the edge of the bed with his son in his arms. Smiling at Julia, he said, "At twenty-seven, you’re a mother. Be obedient, okay? I can be Ivan’s Dad, but I can’t be yours."

Hearing this, Julia laughed and reached for a pillow to throw at him, but seeing that Ivan was still in his arms, she held back her motion and playfully rebuked, "Who wants you to be ’my’ Dad? You’re only a few years older than me. Can’t I grumble just a little?" She sounded like a child herself.

After giving her a quick kiss, Glades laughed heartily without continuing to tease her.

Lying in his arms, little Ivan slowly closed his eyes, though occasionally he would open them to check, as if afraid that Glades would stop holding him; he was quite clever. Since he was born at forty-two weeks, he appeared rather mature for his age. In the ten-plus days since his birth, he had grown quickly, looking different each day. Now, holding him felt substantial.

A few minutes later, Ivan was completely asleep.

"He’s asleep," Julia whispered quietly.

Her son was obviously biased; it had been apparent even while he was in the womb.

They say that children typically cling to their mothers, but little Ivan clung to his father.

"Hmm," Glades responded softly, holding his son and walking over to the crib. He carefully laid Ivan back in it and tucked him in with a blanket. Even though the weather was warm, the baby still needed to be covered; as the elderly always said, even in June, cold can harm a newborn.

Glades Horne gently stroked his son’s little face again—smooth and tender, adorably cute.

After watching for a while, he turned around, came back to the bedside, sat down, and stared at Julia, who was also staring at him.

"You really have the potential to be a ’Dad’."

"Anyway, I don’t mind being one."

"People outside would die laughing if they knew."

"What others think or laugh at is their freedom. He’s my child; my taking care of him is only right. What’s there to laugh about?" Glades pulled her up into his arms.

"I wonder what’s happened to those companies of mine," Julia suddenly switched the topic to her companies.

"What, are you eager to go back to work? Ivan isn’t even three months old; don’t go back to work."

"I just want to know the recent situation, that’s all. They shouldn’t have gone bankrupt, right?" She couldn’t rest easy going back to work too early with such a small child. Still, after the full month, she would find time to check on the company. She wouldn’t resume normal work until Ivan was at least six months old; after all, right now, he was what mattered most to her.

"You don’t trust your employees that much?"

Julia smiled, not answering.

In fact, Anne Jones would report any major company issues to her.

She was just looking for an excuse to bring up work.

"Julia."

"It’s just half a month until the full moon celebration."

RING, RING, RING...

The internal phone line in the room started ringing.

Only then did Glades break away from her and sit up. He walked over to the landline, picked up the receiver, and asked in a somber tone, "What’s the matter?"

"Young Master, a Mister Baxter requests to see the Young Mistress, claiming to be her friend," came Uncle Ying’s voice through the receiver.

Mister Baxter? Julia knew a man with the surname Baxter?

"What’s his full name?" Glades asked again, his tone even heavier.

"Silvia Baxter."

Silvia Baxter? Why had she come?

Glades’s face immediately darkened, his eyes flashed with a chill. When it came to rivals in love, he never showed a friendly face. His past rivals were all men, but this time his rival was a woman.

"The Young Mistress is in confinement. No visitors!" Glades said coldly, then hung up the phone with a CLICK.