Chapter 847 He Wants to Be a Good Husband and a Good Father 2
The weather wasn't actually hot, but it seemed like pregnant women were always warm, and Nancy had kicked off the blanket without realizing it.
The sound of the door opening didn't wake her.
Grant figured she hadn't been sleeping well these past few days, and now she was finally getting some rest.
He walked over quietly, not wanting to disturb her, and gently touched her rounded belly.
Nancy's belly was still smooth, without a single stretch mark.
It was just a little cool.
Maybe it was his touch that woke her. She opened her eyes and looked at him for a long moment before softly asking, "Is it time to eat?"
Grant replied, "Yeah," but he still couldn't bring himself to take his hand away.
Their child was inside.
Nancy didn't move. She lay quietly on the pillow, and the moment felt peaceful, like the day she had stormed out and he had chased after her, kneeling to apply medicine to her wounds.
There had been good times between them.
After a while, he seemed to have had enough and said softly, "Get up and eat. We have things to do later."
Nancy nodded.
During lunch, Grant served her a bowl of soup, telling her to drink more because it was good for her.
Nancy said he didn't understand; meat had more nutrients, but the soup was just oily and would make her gain weight.
Grant's gaze was deep. "I thought you weren't afraid of gaining weight."
"How could I not be?" Nancy smiled faintly, her eyes downcast. "All women are afraid of gaining weight."
Grant had something on the tip of his tongue but swallowed it back.
He wanted to ask why she had gotten rid of all those beautiful clothes, but he didn't.
It wasn't just that there was no place to put them; in their current situation, she wouldn't have any occasion to wear them anyway.
Grant put some food on her plate. "Eat this. It's nutritious and won't make you gain weight. Tell me what you like to eat, and I'll buy the ingredients and cook for you."
Nancy thought he was being very considerate.
She thought, even if Grant couldn't make a big comeback, with his abilities, he could find a decent job to support the family.
She would be willing to live like this for the rest of her life.
But she didn't say any of this.
When Grant left, Nancy prepared a water bottle and towel for him.
In the past, he never needed these things when he went out; he always had a secretary to take care of everything.
But things were different now, and they had to save wherever they could.
Finally, she straightened his clothes and said softly, "I'll be waiting for you to come home."
Grant gently touched her belly and then smiled.
Waiting was both boring and sweet for Nancy.
She liked quiet activities, so after Grant left, she would read.
Recently, she had started learning to knit, so she could make clothes for the baby when it was born.
She had money, but she thought she should get used to this kind of life.
She could tell that Grant had a lot of pride and would never use her money. And she didn't want to be enjoying herself at home while he was struggling.
Having something to do made the time pass quickly.
After living here for a few days, Nancy had almost gotten used to it.
But Grant was coming home later and later. One night, he didn't get back until around 8:30.
He didn't say anything, but Nancy could guess that things weren't going well for him.
She didn't ask. When he came home, she handed him a warm towel to wipe his face.
She said softly, "Rest for a bit. I'll heat up some food for you."
Grant didn't want her to tire herself out and grabbed her hand. "I'll do it."
Nancy shook her head.
She said, "I'm only six months pregnant. I can still do things! Grant, I'm not some pampered lady anymore. I can handle basic housework, and I'll need to take care of the baby too."
Grant didn't push it.
While Nancy heated up the food, he went to the small living room window, opened it, and lit a cigarette.
He exhaled the smoke outside, letting the night wind carry it away.
He was always worried, but he didn't want to show it in front of Nancy. He wanted her to have a peaceful pregnancy and not stress about anything else.
In the past, he had been ruthless in business. Now, maybe because he had a weakness, he had become much more cautious.
He heard footsteps behind him.
Grant immediately put out the cigarette and closed the window, not wanting Nancy to inhale any secondhand smoke.
While he ate, Nancy sat on the small sofa, learning to knit. She spoke softly about knitting several outfits for the baby to wear in the winter.
She also said she wanted to knit something for Grant, but it might take a bit longer.
Grant listened quietly.
He liked this kind of atmosphere.
After dinner, he had a craving for a cigarette but ended up just playing with the cigarette box, listening to Nancy talk for a while.
He didn't let her wash the dishes. He did it himself and also took out the trash.
When he went upstairs, Nancy wasn't in the bedroom.
He heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Worried, he walked over and gently pushed the door open. "Nancy, are you taking a bath?"
She turned around, looking a bit surprised to see him.
She wasn't wearing any clothes, her pregnant belly high and round.
Grant was also surprised.
He hadn't expected to see her like this, but since he was already in the room, and he did have some thoughts... They hadn't made love since she got pregnant.
Nancy watched him walk in.
He gently held her waist, supporting her, and then leaned down to kiss her.
His lips had a faint taste of tobacco.
But Nancy didn't mind.
She accepted Grant's kiss, and they kissed for a long time. He took a towel and carefully dried her body.
When he was done, he carried her back to the bedroom and made love to her on the cheerful bedspread.
He was very gentle, probably afraid of hurting her, gripping the headboard with one hand.
His veins stood out.
And the sounds he made from his throat showed his immense pleasure.
Desire was contagious. Nancy, six months pregnant, was naturally nervous, so she was a bit reserved. But seeing Grant so comfortable, she slowly started to feel it too...
She rested her head on the soft pillow, watching Grant obediently.
Her eyes were moist.
Grant kept his eyes on her, very focused, as if he wanted to etch her image into his bones and blood...
At the height of passion, he called her name in a hoarse voice.
"Nancy... Nancy."
Afterward, she was exhausted and closed her eyes to rest.
Grant leaned against the headboard, gently stroking her smooth shoulder.
Nancy leaned over and rested her head on his stomach, her voice low. "Just now... Grant, what kind of man calls out like that?"
Maybe because he had vented, he was in a much better mood.
He chuckled softly.
He looked down at her and asked gently, "It felt too good! Nancy, didn't you feel good too?"
Nancy had felt good, but she wasn't used to discussing their lovemaking with Grant, so she didn't say anything and turned her face away slightly.
Grant knew she was shy and didn't push her.
He rested for a bit, then got up to find a warm towel and carefully helped her clean up.
When he was done, he said warmly, "In a couple of years, I'll definitely buy you a big bathtub to soak in."
Nancy hugged his neck. "Actually, this is pretty good too!"
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