Chapter 209 Sleepy

• In the ensuing days, I found myself confined to the hospital, my condition deteriorating as if I had undergone major surgery rather than childbirth. Paul emerged as a steadfast pillar of support during this trying period.
• He frequently brought baby Vincent to me, allowing me to cradle him when I felt sufficiently fortified. Vincent was an enchanting child, unmistakably inheriting Paul’s jet-black hair, which formed a luxuriant crown of curls on his head.
• I recall numerous occasions when I drifted off to sleep while Paul gazed fondly at the baby, a serene smile gracing his countenance, seemingly unburdened by worldly concerns.