Chapter 298 It's Time to Name It
The nurse's words, Tristan only took in a little.
In his arms lay a girl, a delicate pink child who suddenly stirred, lifting two wrinkled hands above her head. She was quite unattractive, with a tiny red mouth and sparse hair clinging to her scalp.
Her eyes were barely open, reflecting his stunned and helpless look.
He was too scared to move. To outsiders, he looked out of place in his suit holding a newborn baby.
But on his face, there was the panic of a new father.
"Young man, go ask the nurse for a hospital bassinet; don't drop her." A foreign woman around fifty said to Tristan.
Tristan looked up, frowning, and glanced at the empty hallway outside the operating room, his thin lips pressed together.
"I'll help you." The foreign woman kindly got up and went to the nurse's station to get a hospital bassinet.
Then she taught Tristan, step by step, how to place the baby in the bassinet.
The 7-pound baby made Tristan's arms ache after just a few minutes, as if he was holding the whole world with all his strength.
Once the baby was placed in the bassinet, the weight on his arms lightened, but his heart felt a bit empty.
Sitting on a chair, his legs spread apart to protect the bassinet, his wrist resting on the edge of the bassinet.
His long, clean fingers gently touched the baby's face, soft and tender.
As soon as he touched her, the baby turned her head, opening her mouth as if to eat something.
He pulled his hand back, and saw the baby put her little fist in her mouth, then the hand came out again.
After a few times, he realized the baby's movements were uncoordinated, she couldn't get her hand to her mouth.
He pinched her little wrist with two fingers, pulling her hand away, not letting her eat it.
Unexpectedly, the baby accurately grabbed his index finger this time, using all her strength to hold on tightly, refusing to let go no matter how he tried to pull back.
"Fuck!" Emory came back, immediately seeing the bassinet Tristan was guarding.
The baby inside was ugly and wrinkled, he exclaimed and walked over with the payment slip.
"Tristan, whose baby did you steal? You didn't just adopt one because I'm going to be a Godfather, did you? This baby is really ugly!"
He looked around and sat down, saying, "Where are the parents? They just trust you with the baby?"
Tristan glanced at him and thought he was out of his mind.
"Her mother is still in the delivery room and the Godfather went to pay the bill; no one else to watch her so they gave her to me."
Hearing this, Emory couldn't help but laugh, "That mother is really unlucky, just..."
He suddenly looked at the baby in the bassinet, then at Tristan, "What do you mean? This is my baby?"
He got excited, threw the payment slip at Tristan, kicked Tristan's legs aside, and pulled the bassinet to himself.
"This..." He asked with wide eyes, "Boy or girl?"
"A girl." Tristan answered.
Emory immediately grinned, patting himself, "I have a daughter, that's great."
He leaned over the bassinet to play with the baby, but the baby, with her eyes barely open, closed them tightly, not even looking at him.
"Emory's family, take the baby back to the room and wait for further notice to pick up the mother."
The nurse came out and saw them still waiting with the baby outside the operating room, reminding them.
Hearing this, Emory got up to push the bassinet, Tristan also stood up, one hand in his pocket, both ready to leave, but the nurse spoke again.
"Is this your luggage, don't you want it?"
They stopped, looking back to see two large bags of baby supplies.
Katniss had packed them in advance, brought along when they came to the hospital.
Seeing this, Tristan placed his hand on the bassinet, "I'll push the bassinet."
"I won't." Emory refused decisively, "You take the luggage."
Tristan simply put both hands in his pockets, walking out casually.
"Tristan!" Emory, anxious, had to give in, "You push the bassinet, I'll take the luggage, but remember to be careful, a baby's head is very fragile."
He nagged worriedly, carrying the two maternity bags, jogging behind Tristan.
His expression, as if Tristan would steal the baby.
The room was quiet, the two men never took their eyes off the baby in the bassinet.
The baby was quite well-behaved, lying there for half an hour.
Tristan's eyes gradually became clear, filled with the baby. At some point, the infant had wrapped tiny fingers tightly around his, unwilling to let go.
Feeling a sudden sense of crisis, Emory couldn't sit still, "Alright, I've arranged a hotel for you, you should go."
"Can you handle it alone?" Tristan felt a bit reluctant.
Emory suddenly remembered something, "Oh no, I forgot to tell my mom!"
He hurriedly ran out to make a call, and as soon as Natalia heard Katniss had given birth, she scolded him harshly.
"Just in time, we're back, very close to the hospital, we'll be there soon! I'll deal with you when I get there!"
The call ended, and Emory shivered, returning to the ward.
"The baby's grandmother and my mom are on their way, you should go back, I can handle it."
He was still watching the baby's tight grip on Tristan's finger.
Hearing this, Tristan was silent for a few seconds, then gently pulled his finger out.
After all, he wasn't familiar with them. When the mother came back and the family reunited, he would feel awkward being there.
"Then I'll go." He got up and walked out, a pang spreading in his heart.
"Since you're here for a few days, I'll be playing with the baby. You take care of the company."
Emory shirked his work, then felt something was off and asked, "Why did you suddenly come over? Isn't there an emergency back home?"
"To see someone." Tristan paused at the door, glancing at the baby's raised hands in the bassinet.
"It won't take long to see someone; the work is yours."
Hearing this, Emory felt even more justified.
The floor of the maternity ward was filled with the cries of babies, and as Tristan walked down the corridor, he was surrounded by the sound.
He couldn't shake the image of the baby from his mind.
He went to the stairwell, lit a cigarette, and stood by the trash can, taking drag after drag.
The nicotine couldn't numb his nerves, and his longing for Katniss grew wildly in his heart like weeds.
The call he made went unanswered for a long time. She hadn't changed her number, he knew, maybe she just didn't want to answer.
A flurry of footsteps echoed through the door crack.
"Oh dear, Sophia, don't be mad; I didn't expect her to give birth so soon. It's my fault."
"I'm not mad, I'm just a bit anxious."
The slightly familiar voice made Tristan's body stiffen, he quickly put out the cigarette and stepped out of the stairwell.
He only saw Natalia's hurried figure entering the ward.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and walked slowly downstairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, filled with deep loneliness.
Katniss came out of the delivery room two hours later.
Without any preparation for a C-section, the anesthesia made her stomach uncomfortable, she had no appetite, and her face didn't look good.
When she woke up, she turned her head to look at the bassinet, but her view was level with the bassinet, only seeing a small hand occasionally under the thin blanket.
"I'll take her out." Sophia gently picked up the baby, turning her body to show Katniss.
The baby's wrinkled skin resembled that of an old person, definitely not cute. Katniss looked for a while and thought the baby had a high, little nose.
At this moment, she looked somewhat like Tristan.
"Don't worry about how she looks now, she'll be a beautiful child in the future."
Sophia only let her look for a few moments before putting the baby back in the bassinet.
Natalia and Emory went to arrange for the most expensive postpartum recovery center.
In the ward, only Sophia was there, her mind focused on taking care of the baby.
Katniss, unable to move, had a thousand thoughts, her eyes hot and her heart filled with indescribable emotions that wouldn't calm down.
She made the call to Tristan, but it went unanswered. There was a single message in reply: [I'm here.]
He didn't say he wanted to meet, but the meaning was clear.
But this meeting was destined not to happen.
"Katniss, have you named the baby?" Sophia suddenly remembered this important question.
Katniss shook her head, not knowing if it was a boy or girl, she hadn't thought of a name.
"It's time to name her, think quickly." Sophia urged.
At that moment, Emory and Natalia entered the ward, immediately asking, "Think about what?"
Sophia said, "A name, the baby needs a name!"
"Leave it to me!" Emory said without hesitation.
His loud voice startled the baby in the bassinet, her arms raised, and she immediately started crying loudly.
Sophia quickly picked up the baby to soothe her.
Natalia dragged Emory out of the ward, giving him a beating.
"I forgot; I couldn't help raising my voice, stop hitting me. I can't think of a good name if you keep hitting me!"
Emory lowered his voice, protecting his head with his hands, begging for mercy.
"You can't think of a good name even if I don't hit you!" Natalia didn't hold back.
Emory dodged, "You're being unreasonable, and people think I'm a big shot!"
Natalia sneered, "You, a big shot? Can you be as capable as Tristan? If it weren't for Tristan's efforts in the early days, would you be where you are now?"
"I..." Emory was a hundred times unconvinced, but couldn't help saying, "One of my talents is recognizing and connecting with talented individuals!"
In the ward, the baby stopped crying, Sophia fed her some formula, and Emory and Natalia came back in, calmly discussing names.
But they all knew, the final decision was Katniss's. Each person wrote down their favorite names on paper, then let Katniss choose.
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