Chapter 1287 At Home with You
Hearing this, Cecilia's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
In no time, she was looking at him with tear-filled eyes, crying tears of joy.
At that moment, Daryl gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and then pulled her into his arms. "From now on, I don't want you stressing about this. If we have a kid, great. If not, we have each other, and that's enough. If you really want a child, we can adopt, or maybe Elijah can have a few more and give us one to raise. Or if your brother and sister-in-law have another, they could give us one too. Their child would be just like ours, don't you think?"
Hearing this, Cecilia smiled and nodded firmly. "Okay."
She then nestled back into his broad, comforting embrace.
When she first learned she might not be able to have children, her world had completely collapsed. She thought she was going to lose Daryl forever.
But to her surprise, Daryl didn't care at all. To him, the child was never an option compared to her.
Although Cecilia still felt guilty, she didn't want to leave Daryl. She loved him, and without him, her world would be colorless.
So she decided to be selfish this once. She really couldn't live without him.
"But what about Mom?" Cecilia was still worried about Azalea.
She had heard Daryl and Azalea arguing earlier and didn't want him to be seen as unfilial.
Hearing this, Daryl lovingly patted Cecilia's head and said, "Leave my mom to me. I'll handle it. If she gives you a hard time, just bear with it for now. If it gets too much, we'll move out."
Hearing this, Cecilia lowered her head, feeling conflicted.
Seeing her expression, Daryl pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her back. "Are you really going to give up at the first sign of difficulty? We don't know how many challenges we'll face in our lifetime. If you back down now, what will we do in the future?"
"Don't worry, I remember what you said," Cecilia whispered.
"That's my girl!" Daryl smiled.
The next moment, Cecilia rested her face against Daryl's chest, closing her eyes and listening to his heartbeat.
Daryl held her tightly, afraid of losing her again.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
Daryl released Cecilia and smiled. "That must be the noodles."
He got up to open the door.
Sure enough, a servant stood there with a tray of steaming food. "Mrs. Fields' meal is ready."
"I'll take it. It's late, you should rest," Daryl said, taking the tray from the servant.
After the servant left, Daryl brought the tray to the bedside table and smiled. "Let's dine."
Cecilia turned to see a bowl of steaming noodles, four small dishes of meat and vegetables, and two delicate croissants.
Feeling better, her appetite returned. She picked up the bowl and began eating with relish.
"Wow, this is delicious! Why do the noodles taste so good today? And these side dishes and croissants are amazing too," Cecilia said, smiling as she chewed.
Seeing Cecilia in good spirits, Daryl's worries melted away. Watching her smile, he felt like he had the whole world.
The next morning, after freshening up, Cecilia took a deep breath at the top of the stairs and walked down with renewed energy.
Last night, she had resolved to endure whatever Azalea threw at her. Azalea couldn't destroy her relationship with Daryl.
When Cecilia reached the dining room, Isaac, Azalea, and Daryl were already having breakfast.
"Good morning, Dad, Mom," Cecilia greeted them warmly before taking her seat.
"Let's dine together," Isaac said, his tone as usual—not overly warm but not cold either, just neutral.
Azalea, however, wore a grim expression and didn't look at Cecilia kindly.
Cecilia felt a squeeze on her hand.
Looking down, she saw Daryl's large hand holding hers. When she looked up, she met his comforting and encouraging gaze.
His look gave her strength, and Cecilia smiled.
"Let's dine," Daryl said, smiling.
"Okay," Cecilia nodded and began eating her breakfast.
Soon, Azalea's voice reached Cecilia's ears.
"Daryl, are you done eating?"
"Yes, Mom," Daryl said, picking up a newspaper from the corner of the table and starting to read.
"If you don't leave soon, you'll be late," Azalea reminded him.
Daryl smiled. "Mom, I'm not going to work for the next week. I've been feeling a bit tired, so I decided to take a vacation. I'll be home with you all and maybe relax in the countryside."
Hearing this, Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise.
Azalea was even more shocked. "How can you just take a vacation like that? Have you arranged everything at the company? A week away is a long time."
"Don't worry, Mom. Everything at the company is taken care of, and it's running smoothly. There are no major projects right now," Daryl reassured her.
"But..." Azalea frowned, wanting to say more.
At that moment, Isaac, who didn't know the full story, spoke up. "It's fine. Daryl works hard and has a lot of stress. Let him relax. He can always go to the office if something comes up."
Hearing this, Azalea couldn't argue further but shot a discontent look at Cecilia.
Seeing Azalea's murderous glare, Cecilia felt uneasy.
She knew Daryl had taken the week off for her. He must have noticed her mood and wanted to be there for her.
Though touched, Cecilia was also worried. Isaac might not know the real reason, but Azalea did, and her prejudice against Cecilia would only deepen.
At that moment, Daryl turned to Cecilia. "Are you done eating? I want to buy some new clothes for the season. Will you come with me?"
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