Chapter 335 Her last name is Grey, and her name is Evie Grey
Aaron decisively sent a message to Tristan, telling him that Sophia had to go out for two days.
When Tristan received the message, he had just taken a shower and couldn't resist washing half of his head while Katniss was away.
After finishing his shower, he saw the message from Aaron and was stunned for a few seconds, thinking he had hurt his brain and was seeing things.
Once he confirmed the message was real, he quickly grabbed the coat from his bed, threw it on, and went downstairs.
The living room was brightly lit, and Natalia was urging Emory to choose a bride. A bunch of women's photos were spread out on the table.
"Tristan, where are you going so late?" Natalia asked when she saw Tristan coming down in a hurry.
Tristan paused, nodded slightly, and said, "I have something to do and need to go out."
"Don't forget you're still injured. Don't run around and come back quickly," Natalia advised, then turned to see Emory putting on a coat as well.
"Mom, I don't feel safe with him going alone. I'll go too."
Natalia chased after Emory, pushing him back onto the sofa, "You won't leave this house until you pick a woman to marry today."
These days, such scenes often played out between them. Tristan was used to it and quickly left the house without disturbing their confrontation.
He easily entered Katniss's house, with Aaron opening the door and pointing to the first room on the left on the third floor, which was Katniss's room.
The living room was dimly lit, and he focused on going upstairs to find Katniss, he didn't notice the many baby items scattered around.
He quietly walked upstairs and stood in the first room on the third floor. The door was slightly ajar, with a faint light coming through.
Evie had only napped for a while in the afternoon and was a bit fussy after eating.
So Katniss had only turned on a small night light and was watching Evie drink her formula.
Suddenly, she heard a noise at the door. She paused and looked outside.
It was just a blurry figure, but she recognized it as Tristan.
Glancing at Evie on the bed, she frowned slightly, got up, and walked over to open the door.
Before she could react, Tristan strode in and pressed her against the wall.
The fresh scent of his shower gel filled her nose, and when he raised her hands above her head, she touched his wet hair.
"You took a shower?" Her tone was not good, "The wound just stopped bleeding. Who allowed you to shower?"
Tristan pressed his body against hers, his attractive voice pouring down from above, "What are you angry about? Or... are you unable to overcome your inner barriers, so you've been avoiding me these days?"
He avoided answering her question, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Katniss slightly raised her clear eyes, her curled lashes casting shadows on her lower eyelids. With the dim light in the room, he couldn't quite see her expression.
"I said I could wait, so I won't force you. I won't rashly go to your mom to talk about us. I'll give you time, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate you neglecting me."
His tone grew more serious, his thumb and forefinger pinching her chin, making her look at him, "Understand?"
"Understood," Katniss replied crisply, not resisting any of his actions, "I've overcome my inner barriers and I'm not angry."
Hearing her say this, he was no longer worried. Unable to control his emotions, he bent down and captured her lips fiercely.
Bending his legs, he wrapped his long arms around her waist and lifted her, making her cling to him like an ornament.
His passionate kisses fell on her eyelids, densely covering her cheeks, lips, and earlobes...
The long-suppressed desire in Tristan ignited instantly, but suddenly he heard a sound by his ear.
His body stiffened. Was he hallucinating? He must have been driven crazy by that Evie these past few days, hearing her voice even now.
Another sound came, right by his ear. He could even hear Evie's breathing as she lay there.
He lifted his head and locked eyes with Evie's big eyes for a few seconds before abruptly getting off Katniss.
He moved so forcefully that he fell off the bed, his sinewy hand gripping the edge to avoid hitting his head.
A not-so-clear "Fuck" faded away with the sound of him hitting the ground. She got up from the bed and turned on the room light.
Tristan lifted his head, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Evie.
A crib was attached to the side of the double bed, with Evie lying in it. An empty milk bottle with some white residue hung on the side.
Katniss sat at the foot of the bed, not interfering with them, quietly waiting for Tristan to ask questions.
It was unclear if he was too dense to think of it or if he thought of it but couldn't believe it.
Tristan turned his head, his jawline faintly visible, and said, "Why is she here?"
"Her last name is Grey, Evie Grey," Katniss said, smoothing her short hair that just reached her shoulders. As she said this, her throat tightened.
Her eyes also grew warm as she met Tristan's gaze.
She wasn't sure if his expression was one of happiness or displeasure, and she couldn't read the emotions in his eyes.
After a moment, Tristan stood up from the floor, his tall figure bathed in the light, his thin lips pressed into a straight line as he stared intently at Evie.
Evie, unaware of what was happening, mumbled a few words. Perhaps she was tired of lying on her stomach, as she turned over to lie on her side, her little legs and hands moving constantly.
"She's sleepy," Katniss said, hearing the change in Evie's tone, indicating she was about to cry.
She got up and picked her up, "Don't cry, mommy will hold you to sleep."
She laid out a mat for Evie, held her on her side, and grabbed the pacifier from the bedside.
Evie held onto Katniss's arm and sucked on the pacifier. Her bright eyes soon lost their sparkle.
Suddenly, the room dimmed.
Tristan had turned off the light, and Katniss saw him leave the room.
Her heart tightened, her lips pressed together, and she continued to soothe Evie to sleep.
Tristan, feeling chaotic inside, walked to the window at the top of the third floor. The night breeze blowing in was warm.
It quickly dried his half-damp hair. He reached into his pocket, wanting a cigarette, but then remembered how Katniss had forbidden him from smoking during his hospital stay.
From now on, with Evie, he couldn't smoke.
Ten minutes later, Katniss came out of the room and saw him standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall, his head slightly tilted back, trying hard to suppress his emotions.
She walked over slowly, stood in front of him, and lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
She had only considered that Tristan might be happy to know Evie was his daughter.
She hadn't considered whether he could accept suddenly having a daughter.
Whether he would blame her for deciding to have Evie on her own.
Seeing him remain silent, Katniss felt a surge of anxiety, a suffocating feeling washing over her.
He suddenly lowered his head, his long arm reaching out, his sinewy hand gripping her shoulder, his voice slightly trembling as he asked, "Did you stay abroad for so long to avoid everyone's attention and give birth to her?"
"Yes," Katniss looked up to meet his gaze, "At that time, I had only one thought in my mind, to give birth to her safely. Even if... You and I weren't together, I still wanted to have her."
Tristan's eyes turned red, a layer of crimson gradually appearing in his eyes, "You make me feel like a terrible, useless father, and a failure who can't protect the woman he loves."
Evie was over four months old, and he, as her father, had only just learned of her existence.
The strength in his hand suddenly loosened, his arm falling weakly to his side, the bulging veins faintly showing his pulsing heartbeat.
"At that time, I kept it from you because too many people were watching you. Any slight change could expose Evie's existence. It's not that you're useless, it's that I didn't dare."
Katniss took a step closer, grabbing his wrist, "I didn't dare risk Evie. Now, I'm telling you about her because I don't want you to miss out on her growth and have regrets. But we still need to keep her existence a secret from the outside world."
They were strong enough to be Evie's shield.
Giving the child enough companionship, one day, they would proudly tell everyone that Evie was their daughter.
As she finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a tight embrace.
He buried his head in her neck, holding her tightly, "Katniss, thank you for giving birth to her."
He had thought too much earlier, and once a terrible thought took root, he couldn't think of anything else.
What if Katniss had been too rational at the time, or too angry with him and Adelaide, and had aborted the child? There would be no Evie today.
He wouldn't have such a lovely daughter.
Katniss tilted her head, her chin resting on his shoulder, warm tears like transparent pearls sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto his clothes.
"Don't worry, I will be a good father. My life belongs to you and our daughter." He promised firmly.
Katniss felt a softness in her heart, as if something had touched her. She wrapped her arms around his strong waist, holding him tightly.
She gave Tristan enough space, and after they calmed down, Tristan went to her room and lay next to Evie, but he didn't sleep all night.
Katniss also stayed awake all night. She moved Evie to the middle, with Tristan and her on either side.
Under the soft glow of the night light, Evie's smooth skin looked translucent.
Her curled lashes were like fans, thick and long.
Her chubby arms looked like little lotus roots.
Tristan's eyes were filled with her.
"Emory said you don't like Evie," Katniss suddenly spoke as dawn approached.
Tristan suddenly sat up, "Nonsense, he likes Evie very much as a Godfather. How could I, her biological father, not like her? He's just jealous and trying to cause trouble for me!"
"But I distinctly remember you saying you didn't like Evie," Katniss said, her eyelids slightly raised, her eyes reflecting his momentary embarrassment.
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