Chapter 878 How to Hold?
Natalie glanced down at her own...
"What are you doing! This is your Nathan's!" If it wasn't inconvenient for Natalie to hold him in her arms, she would have kicked Oliver.
"Why isn't it mine?" Oliver sat down next to Natalie, looked into her eyes, and ambiguously curled his lips. "I've tasted it, why isn't it mine?"
Natalie blushed in silence.
It was just a few days after giving birth, and her breasts were not producing milk at first. John said it was okay for the husband, Oliver, to help suckle the breasts.
After returning home, with Roy's powerful nutritional meals, there was always excess milk, causing engorgement.
At that time, Oliver volunteered to consume the excess milk. "I still..."
"Shut up!" Natalie interrupted Oliver, "Don't instill inappropriate thoughts in Nathan."
"He's not a little girl, it's not a bad thing for boys to know early," Oliver said.
But Nathan was less than thirty days old, it was too early for that.
"Oliver, let me tell you, you have to like Nathan!" Natalie suddenly remembered, "Have you not held Nathan yet?"
Oliver frowned, clearly showing his refusal.
Indeed, Oliver had not held him.
After feeding, Natalie gestured for Oliver to reach out and hold Nathan.
Oliver remained motionless, staring at the infant who was only a few inches long, curled up legs making him look even smaller.
Nathan seemed fleshy, soft, and completely untouchable.
"I haven't washed my hands," Oliver said, "Next time."
Natalie didn't believe it. "Then go now, the bathroom is so close."
She tilted her head to observe Oliver, wanting to know if he really didn't like Nathan.
‘But that shouldn't be the case!’ She thought.
Although Oliver had been eager for a daughter, after Nathan was born, Oliver stored all the baby items meant for a girl and added many things for Nathan. He had also been working almost no overtime recently, sometimes even working from home all day.
Once, after Natalie finished postpartum yoga, she saw Oliver sneakily peeking at Nathan in the crib.
At that time, Oliver's excuse was "no one was watching the child, so he was just taking a quick look." But how could both nannies be away from the baby at the same time?
That could only mean Oliver had sent them away to conveniently have a look.
Then why was he unwilling to hold him?
"Oliver," Natalie suddenly said.
Oliver looked up.
"Are you afraid?" Natalie said, laughing as she thought this was the most likely possibility, "Are you afraid to hold the baby?"
"Natalie, what are you thinking?" Oliver's words meant: You're making no sense, I'm not.
"Come on!" Natalie turned to the side and stuffed Nathan into Oliver's arms.
Oliver wanted to dodge, but was worried they might accidentally hurt Nathan in the scuffle.
When the soft Nathan touched Oliver's arms and chest, Oliver froze.
"How do I hold him?" Oliver frowned, very nervous.
Natalie burst into laughter, and her hands holding Nathan also trembled.
"That's enough," Oliver looked at Natalie expressionlessly, warning her.
"Oliver, your demeanor may intimidate others, but it won't scare me!" Natalie continued to smile.
Unexpectedly, the all-capable Oliver, who seemed able to do anything, hadn't held Nathan for half a month because he didn't know how.
"You don't know, do you want me to teach you?" Natalie laughed as she instructed Oliver on how to hold a baby.
Where to support the waist, where to support the head.
"So soft," Oliver complained, frowning as he held Nathan at a loss.
At this moment, it was hard to imagine Nathan growing up to be someone Oliver could discipline with a firm hand.
"Nathan is soft. It'll be easier to hold him next month." Generally, after three months, Nathan's bones would start to harden and his neck would be able to support itself, and holding him would be much easier.
With Natalie's guidance on the correct posture, Oliver held Nathan in place, motionless, focusing intently on him.
"His ears look like yours," Oliver said.
Natalie hadn't noticed this before, but upon closer inspection, it was true!
"But his features resemble yours, he'll definitely be a handsome boy in the future!" Natalie said with a smile, unable to resist kissing Nathan on the head. "Emma said before that Nathan's eyebrows resemble yours, I couldn't see it at that time, but now that Nathan has grown a bit, it's clear."
Oliver's previously good mood instantly dissipated by half.
Looking at Nathan in his arms, he said, "Nathan will regret looking like me in the future."
Oliver thought, ‘If he looks like Natalie, he might hesitate to discipline someone in the future.’
‘Whose fault is it?’
‘Blame Nathan himself!’
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After the postpartum period, Natalie's figure had mostly recovered. Although it didn't match the golden figure of a supermodel, it was already very good. Strengthening muscle tone through exercise would help her get back to work.
Natalie and Oliver received many greetings, with people outside either directly or indirectly inquiring about when they planned to hold a birth celebration for Nathan.
This kind of celebration for a baby's birth usually took place on the baby's one hundredth day.
However, Natalie and Oliver had no plans to host a large banquet. They replied to the well-wishers with letters, stating that the baby's name was Nathan and that they did not intend to hold a party.
Oliver said they wouldn't, and no one dared to persuade them otherwise.
Even if people were interested in Natalie and Oliver's child, they could only think about it secretly.
On Nathan's one hundredth day, Jane specially came to take a set of photos of Nathan.
"Natalie, why isn't Nathan smiling?" Jane held a camera, while Flora held a toy to amuse him.
Nathan just stared at his little toy, with eyes following it, but showing no expression.
Natalie had noticed this issue early on and worriedly said, "Nathan doesn't like to smile or cry, maybe he takes after his father."
Oliver also often had a blank expression.
Previously, Marjorie had scolded Oliver for this, saying it was fine for him to have a cold face, but he shouldn't influence Nathan like that.
Natalie told Flora, "Look, Tina has a good personality, just like Arthur."
"Arthur?" Flora was surprised by Natalie's comparison, "Let's not go there, Arthur is quite cunning."
Nathan was exceptionally good-looking, even at one hundred days old. His delicate features were already apparent, with fair skin, big round bright eyes, and inherited Oliver's light brown eyes, giving him the appearance of a mixed-race baby at first glance.
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