tear
“Aunt Lydia, we had no choice. When we found out my mother–in–law was pregnant, we confronted her.”
“We hoped she’d terminate the pregnancy, but she ran away and only returned to give birth, threatening to make me accept the child as a twin or she’d jump off a building.”
“We couldn’t just let her die.”
I added a few sobs, and Aunt Lydia was furious.
“That shameless woman, having an illegitimate child behind my brother’s back and
wanting to register it under our family name!”
“Once she gives birth, I’ll make sure she pays.”
After hours of labor, I successfully gave birth to a daughter. Looking at her, I silently vowed to protect her for life.
My mother–in–law struggled for a long time but couldn’t deliver, so they switched to a
C–section.
My husband, fearing Aunt Lydia might act irrationally, sent her home as it got dark.
As she left, Aunt Lydia glared angrily at the operating room.
Soon, my mother–in–law was transferred to the ward. Just like in the past, we shared a two–person room. She looked pale and much weaker than before.
My husband was busy at the hospital, and when he finally relaxed that evening, he quickly fell asleep. I pretended to doze off too.
My mother–in–law soon dragged her newly delivered body over to the children, step by
step.
I peeked with one eye, seeing her gritting her teeth with every step.
Sweat poured down her face–truly, a mother’s love is powerful.
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She swiftly swapped the ID bands on the babies‘ feet and switched their bassinets.
In the past, she insisted on buying identical clothes for the two children, clearly having planned this. Exhausted, she soon fell asleep after lying down.
Hearing her steady breathing, I got up and quickly switched the kids back. This time, let her deal with her own child.
At dawn, Aunt Lydia came with chicken soup. My husband kindly served it to me.
Aunt Lydia’s cooking was excellent. The soup was fresh, not greasy at all.
My mother–in–law watched, swallowing hard. She hadn’t eaten since her C–section.
My husband looked at his mom, then hesitated and turned to Aunt Lydia.
“Aunt Lydia, how about letting my mom have a bowl? There’s no way Phoebe can finish it
all.”
