The Prince’s Pregnant Challenge(20)
“You did it,” Macee said to Liane as she hugged her. She was really exhausted and sweaty, as she lay there smiling. The doctor gave her the tiny little human being, as Liane looked down at her baby and smiled. Her mother and sisters were all smiling and hugging each other.
“Gosh, I hope she grows up to look like me,” was the first thing Liane said. Everyone started laughing.
“Jean Pierre is not that bad,” Francesca said.
“I know but his traits are.”
Jean Pierre entered the room and approached the bed. Liane handed him the baby. He looked at her smiling. She was tiny and so adorable. The nurse wheeled in an incubator, which she placed next to the bed before taking the baby from him. Everyone crowded into the room to look at the new baby, as Liane closed her eyes, happy that the worst was over.
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It was time for her to leave the hospital and Liane was reluctant to go home. Their house was ready and her sisters had decorated the nursery for their new niece. She was not prepared to start her life with Jean Pierre as husband and wife. Her sisters came to get her from the hospital and take her to her new house. They were excited to see what she thought of her new home.
“We are here!” Macee shouted with excitement as they walked through the door. Liane groaned.
“There are maids here that will help you with everything,” Francesca said. “So you rest.”
They took Liane to her room. She and the baby needed to rest. While she did not want her sisters to leave, she knew they had to go. She couldn’t keep them with her all the time.
Liane later woke up when the baby started to cry. It had already begun, the lack of sleep. She picked up her daughter and started breastfeeding. The door flew open and Jean Pierre barged in. She frowned and asked him what he was doing.
“Well, I heard the baby crying,” he said.
“Come back when I am done feeding her,” she replied.
“Nothing I have not seen before,” he told her as he sat on the bed watching her. Liane covered her breast anyway. He had only seen her once, maybe he did not remember and she did not want to remind him. Jean Pierre felt uncomfortable. He had never sat next to Liane quietly. Usually when he was next to her, they were arguing.
He watched her breastfeeding the baby. She was good with the baby. It came natural to her. “Laura,” he said.
“What?” Liane asked.
“Her name.”
“No, Emma.”
“Too plain, Beatrice.”
“Ew, no! Who still names their child that?”
“It's a unique name.”
“For a sixty year old!”
And the arguing began. Jean Pierre knew it was impossible for them to be around each other and have a sane conversation. How on earth were they going to live as a family? It was a mystery to him.
“What then?” he asked her.
“Liane,” she joked.
“Definitely not.”
She whipped her head in his direction. “What is wrong with my name?” she asked.
“Moving on,” he knew not to answer that question. “Martha,” he said.
“Sandra.”
“Jessica.”
They were not getting anywhere. They were spitting out names but would not agree. Liane stopped breastfeeding the baby and patted her back to burp her. “Do you think she is full?” Jean Pierre asked her.
“I don't know, she stopped sucking,” Liane replied. Jean Pierre started laughing. She narrowed her gaze at him. “Grow up,” she said.
“Lighten up.”
They both looked at the baby wondering if she was full or not. “Maybe I should try to feed her some more?” Liane asked. She put the nipple back in her mouth but she did not suck. “I guess she is full,” she said to Jean Pierre. He shrugged his shoulders. He too had no idea.
Chapter 12
Liane walked into the kitchen breathless, sweaty and tired. She had just finished working out. She was trying to get her figure back, since giving birth. She groaned when she saw Jean Pierre sitting at the table, shirtless and reading a newspaper. She looked away quickly but the image of his toned chest was burned into her brain. She opened the cabinets and pulled out protein powder.
Jean Pierre looked up from his paper and watched Liane making herself a protein shake. He could not help but notice the shape of her bottom in her yoga pants. His expression grew darker as he remembered how it felt in his hands. He cleared his throat and looked away when she turned.
“We still need a name,” he said to her.
“I am aware,” she said before she started drinking her protein shake. They still did not agree on a name. Jean Pierre stood up from the table. Liane suddenly felt uncomfortable looking at his bare chest. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers up his chest but it was Jean Pierre. She could not stand him. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.