Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1253: Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Can’t Compare to You (End)

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Can’t Compare to You (End)

Mort Thorne was always so solitary, it’s truly surprising how suddenly his family has become so grand.

Mort Thorne raised a hand to tousle his own hair, swiftly picked her up in his arms, and dashed out with strong strides.

The soldiers behind them burst into excitement, oh-oh-oh.

As they went out, they bumped into Julian Carter, the old chief. Upon seeing Mort carrying Dianna Hollis out from the training grounds, his face darkened, ready to scold them.

But Mort didn’t even glance at him and just ran off.

This kid!

Julian Carter entered the training ground, "What’s all the commotion, keep it up and it’ll be a 20 km load-bearing run!"

All the soldiers instantly stood at attention and reported, "Old Chief, it’s because the chief’s wife is pregnant with twins, and the chief is so ecstatic he just ran off with her!"

What?

Twins?

Oh boy, this kid!

As far as he knows, neither Dianna Hollis nor Mort Thorne have genetic predispositions for twins.

A swift smile flashed across Julian Carter’s stern face, but he quickly smoothed it away, placing his hands behind his back as he continued to chastise, "Keep practicing, no slacking off. Just look at your Chief Thorne, strong in everything, even manages to have two at once when having a kid. Let me ask, can anyone else do that?"

This news spread quickly through the military; everyone was envious. Not only is Chief Thorne strong in battle, but even in having children, he excels beyond measure.

...

Mort Thorne kicked open the door, placing Dianna Hollis on the sofa. He knelt on one knee, gently moved her small hands aside to touch her little belly, "Let me take a good look, are there really two in there?"

Dianna Hollis beamed, "That’s what the doctor said, two."

Mort Thorne leaned over, giving her round little belly a kiss, "You did us proud!"

Dianna Hollis laughed, "I’m the one who did you proud!"

After all, she’s the one carrying them.

Mort Thorne stood up, holding the back of her head, kissed her on the beauty mark on her forehead, eyes full of joy, "Sweetheart, you’re amazing!"

Dianna Hollis felt sweet inside, "Go get me some water."

"Yes, my dear wife!"

Mort Thorne quickly went to fetch a glass of water. Dianna Hollis took it in her hand as he sat down next to her, caressing her belly lovingly, unable to tear himself away. He still couldn’t fathom how there were two in there.

He never dared imagine this day would come.

Not only does he have a child, but he has two at once.

He breathed a contented sigh, pulling Dianna Hollis into his embrace, lazily and comfortably leaning back into the sofa.

Life felt like a dream.

Dianna Hollis nudged him, concerned, "Honey, aren’t you going to train?"

Mort Thorne closed his eyes, "Not today, today I’m spending it with my wife and the two babies!"

Thus, to celebrate the twins, Mort Thorne took the first-ever day off.

...

Dianna Hollis was four months pregnant, and winter had already arrived.

Today, there was a drink invitation in the troops’ quarters, as once again, a soldier was getting married. Dianna Hollis went to join in the fun.

Everyone was teasing the newlyweds in their bridal chamber playfully. Dianna Hollis didn’t dare to squeeze in further, so she stood at the door, her bright eyes watching the newlyweds.

Someone handed a date to both the groom and bride to eat. As they tried, failing to eat it, their mouths met, resulting in a big laugh.

Someone tugged at Dianna Hollis’s sleeve, giggling, "Chief’s wife, look how lively wedding ceremonies are. Are you sure you’re not going to have a ceremony with the Chief?"

Mort Thorne and Dianna Hollis didn’t have a wedding ceremony; they merely received their marriage certificate.

Dianna Hollis put a piece of sweet and sour fruit in her mouth, shook her head, "No."

At that moment, a tall, strong figure appeared outside; Mort Thorne had arrived.

He spotted Dianna Hollis squeezed at the door at once. It was cold that night; she wore a military coat that wrapped around her slender frame and her round belly. A red scarf enfolded her neck, the bright lights highlighting her delicate, rosy face.

She had a small snack bag in her hand, using her slender fingers to pop tiny fruits into her mouth, chewing with joy.

Adorably innocent and irresistibly cute, anyone watching would want to take her home and pamper her.

Mort Thorne frowned, stepping forward, and gently clasped her small hand, pulling her out.

"Chief, Chief’s wife."

As they passed by, people greeted Mort Thorne, who led Dianna Hollis to a dimly lit corner, "Out playing again?"

Dianna Hollis knew she was in the wrong and reached to hug him, acting coyly, "Honey, you’re back?"

Mort Thorne pushed her gently away, "Be serious."

Dianna Hollis pouted, huffing!

Mort Thorne pulled out the things he carried—a bunch of new fruit candies that pregnant Dianna particularly liked to eat, along with some nuts and walnuts, essentials for a pregnant woman.

Her military coat had two big pockets. Actually, all her clothes now had two pockets because Mort Thorne liked to pack them with snacks for her.

His long fingers opened her pocket, dividing the fruit candies and nuts into them, "Just bought from outside, take your time eating."

Dianna Hollis had no morning sickness, just a great appetite, and she constantly craved food.

She looked down; her once-empty pockets were full again. He’d bring back so many snacks for her each time he returned from outside.

Dianna Hollis smiled broadly, forgiving him.

She took out a creamy walnut, peeled it, popped half in her mouth, and fed the other half to him.

Mort Thorne didn’t refuse, chewing it, "Let’s head home; I just cooked dinner, and Chelsea is drawing."

"Okay." Dianna Hollis nodded obediently.

Mort Thorne leaned down, kissed her rosy lips, intending for it to be just a taste, but she was addictive once you started.

Someone was coming; Dianna Hollis’s face reddened, urging him away.

Mort Thorne stood up straight, "I’ll deal with you at home."

"..."

"Get on, I’ll carry you." He patted his broad, sturdy back.

Dianna Hollis hugged her rounded belly, "It’s inconvenient to ride on your back now, might squash the babies."

Mort Thorne raised his brows, gesturing to his shoulder, "Climb up here."

Really?

Dianna Hollis mischievously curved her lips, glancing around, "There are so many people here, better not; you’re the Chief."

Outside, she must maintain his status.

Riding on the chief’s shoulders, if seen, the news would spread quickly.

"You’re dawdling." Mort Thorne, impatient, reached out to grab her.

Dianna Hollis’s heart raced, unable to outwit him, she relented, mounting his shoulders for the ride home.

His steps were steady, not even a bit shaky. Dianna Hollis took a candied fruit for herself, then fed one to him as well.

Mort Thorne wasn’t fond of sweets, grimacing at the taste, "Thirsty?"

"Did you bring water?"

"I did." Mort Thorne took down the thermos from his waistband and handed it to her.

This thermos was hers; she and Chelsea had matching mother-daughter designs, small, cute, pink, and Hello Kitty themed.

Except when training, Mort Thorne carried her little Kitty flask wherever he went, keeping her hydrated.

The last time, Julian Carter even teased her, asking Mort Thorne if he was carrying his little Kitty today.

The whole army knew about it: Mort Thorne in full uniform, lounging a little Kitty around his waist; it was quite a sight.

Dianna Hollis pouted slightly, "Honey, maybe you shouldn’t carry this little Kitty anymore; everyone’s talking about it."

Mort Thorne sniffed, "They’re just jealous, plain and simple, don’t let it bother you."

"..."

"Sweetheart, should we have a wedding ceremony too?" Mort Thorne suddenly suggested.

Dianna Hollis’s small hand weaved through his short hair, "Honey, do you want to?"

"If you want, then I do too."

Dianna Hollis laughed; this rugged man didn’t really care for weddings.

"It’s not necessary."

"You’re not feeling left out?"

Left out?

Chelsea was growing happily by their side, carefree, with his blood running inside her belly. Riding on his shoulders, treated like a cherished little piglet, their life flowed like a sweet, bubbling mountain spring, full of joy.

His love filled her world entirely.

Dianna Hollis leaned down, wrapped her small hands tightly around his neck, and whispered, her rosy lips grazing his ear, in a voice only for them, "Ten miles of spring wind, none compare to you."

Mort Thorne curved his lips into a tender smile.

Ten miles of spring wind, none compare to you.

Under the moon, shadows are paired; together, we become one.