Chapter 227 Actively Preparing for Pregnancy
"He treats me so well. Anything or anyone I care about, he does too. He helped Vincent get a heart transplant and has done so much for me. He might seem tough, but he's got a big heart. If you were still here, you'd definitely like him," Elsa said softly. "Before the next Tomorrow's Gathering, I will avenge you. I will personally send David to prison."
The snow started falling harder, covering Elsa's head and shoulders with a thin layer before it could melt.
She was usually quiet, but today she had a lot to say to Leslie.
Her frail figure stood in front of the grave, looking exceptionally lonely in the snow. Her voice was hoarse and delicate, tugging at people's hearts.
Not far away, Luke had been there for a while.
Hearing her cry so sorrowfully, he wanted to hold her and comfort her. But he thought it wasn't right to do that in front of Leslie's grave, so he kept his distance.
Hearing her praise him with words he had never heard before, his heart felt warm so that he didn't feel the cold while standing in the snow.
But she was different. With her frail body, how could he let her stand in the snow for so long?
"That's enough." As the snow fell harder, Luke walked over, unbuttoned his coat, and wrapped her in his arms.
He held Elsa and bowed deeply to Leslie's photo.
"Mom, we'll come back to see you another day," he said solemnly.
Luke's manners were so impeccable that it seemed like he was facing Leslie in person.
Elsa leaned closer into Luke's arms, her voice nasal, "Why are you here?"
"I came to check on you." Luke reached into his coat, lifted her face, and gently wiped away the wetness with his fingers.
Her face was icy cold, which broke his heart.
The driver was waiting at the cemetery gate. Luke carried Elsa into the car, asked the driver to turn the heat up to the maximum, and quickly fetched a blanket to wrap her up tightly from head to toe.
Elsa, pulling herself out of her sorrow, felt a warm glow in her heart seeing Luke take such good care of her.
"Tell me again what you just said to Mom about me," Luke said softly, holding her, blanket and all, and pressing his forehead against hers.
Elsa, feeling awkward, refused to repeat it. Teased by her demeanor, Luke couldn't help but shower her with kisses.
Elsa had never explicitly mentioned wanting children, but her actions suggested otherwise.
Lisa reminded Elsa to take her supplements on time every day.
She stopped drinking espresso and switched to hot milk, setting an alarm to remind herself to take vitamins before bed.
In less than half a month, Elsa had gained some weight, her cheeks looking plumper and more radiant.
She even bought folic acid and pregnancy tests, placing them on the nightstand.
Seeing this, Luke was delighted and became even more enthusiastic during their intimate moments.
Elsa had gone from not wanting children to saying, "Your family doesn't have a preference for boys over girls, right? Should I have a daughter, do not anticipate me having another child."
In wealthy families, lineage held significant importance, yet she resented being perceived merely as a mere childbearing tool.
"Of course not!" Luke protested. If it weren't for her adventurous and insecure nature, he feared he couldn't keep her. He didn't want a child so soon to disrupt their time together.
Son or daughter, it didn't matter. As long as it was their child, he would love them.
"We can have more daughters, maybe eleven, to form a soccer team," Luke teased her, nibbling on her ear.
Elsa was originally interested in having children. She commenced preparing for pregnancy solely because she recognized Luke's desire for having a kid and felt deeply indebted to him.
The more they talked about it, the more she began to look forward to it.
She could almost see Luke holding and comforting their daughter, a scene so ordinary yet filled with happiness.
She should have a child, one who carried both her and Luke's bloodline.
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