Baby Alliance: Helping Daddy Get A Rich Mommy

Baby Alliance: Helping Daddy Get A Rich Mommy Chapter 832

Chapter 832 Their Worries

Charles truly wished he could drag Pierre out from the screen to beat the crap out of him right then and there. “Look at our baby! We can see its fingers and eyes! Doesn’t it look good?”

“Pierre Fowler, why did you even call me? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Upon hearing that, Pierre threw the photo aside. “I just wanted to have some fun, or else I’ll be suffocated.”

“Say, do you think the baby might really be missing fingers?” Charles was also feeling worried despite having consoled Jude. After all, he could never guarantee that that wouldn’t be the case.

“Oh, come on, it’s such a rare occurrence.” “But there’s still a chance of it happening though.”

The statement rendered Pierre speechless. “Oh, since when have you become so sentimental and pathetic? Haven’t you already been through all kinds of sh*t?”

A bitter smile crept onto Charles’ face. “But I have never become a father.” It was his first time ever becoming one, so he was out of his depth.

Even though Pierre had experience, the process was nonetheless distressing. Selena had been holding his hand throughout the process because she was experienced. Judging from the outcome, it sure seemed necessary that he also went through the pregnancy alongside her. “Relax. We’ll be liberated soon.”

On the other hand, Charles unconsciously let out a chuckle. “From what I gather, estrogen levels in women’s bodies will go through a steep decline after labor. By then, they’ll be even more difficult. They even run the risk of getting postpartum depression.”

On the other side of the line, Pierre wore a look that spoke of misery. “Oh dear, when will all this end?” By that point, he was already at breaking point. He had been counting down for the day when Selena

would go into labor, and had assumed that things would get better after she gave birth to the baby. Yet…

“Alright, just know that we’ll have a lot more to wade through in the future.” After hanging up the call, Charles was finally able to heave a sigh of relief, only to find that Jude was sitting in bed when he got back into the bedroom. The sight alarmed him. Before he left, he made sure that Jude had fallen asleep. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” He quickly approached Jude to pull her into an embrace.

“Yeah. I had a dream that our baby was born without fingers.” Jude blinked her droopy eyes as she turned to look at him. “Charles, what should we do if our baby really has no fingers?”

“We will take care of it for life. Even if it has no fingers, it’s still our child.”

A grateful smile bloomed on her face. “Yeah. It’s still our baby even if it doesn’t have fingers. If even we look down and refuse to accept the baby, nobody will. So, we must take care of it with all our heart, okay?”

“Definitely. It’s getting late now. You should get some sleep.”

While Jude quickly returned to sleep, Charles wasn’t able to do the same even though he had spent the whole day looking after Jude. He was the sole bread-winner of the family that would have a lot of expenses if it turned out that the baby had no fingers. Therefore, he was determined to put his back into work to earn more money. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

For women, the final trimester proved to be the toughest part of a pregnancy. Due to the sheer size of their bellies, neither lying flat on their backs nor facing to the side was comfortable enough to sleep in. Selena was experiencing pain in her pubic bone, and the pains were worst during night times. Although Jude had it easier, her mood soured as her belly swelled even more.

As a consequence, the men had to suffer alongside them while tending to their daily needs. Both men ended up frequently calling each other at midnight to cheer each other up. Soon, Jude was due, but she didn’t show any physical signs. She didn’t bleed, nor did she have contractions. Nothing happened.

After spending some time counting the fetal movements at home, it was starting to grate on her nerves. “How long more do I have to count? This is annoying! Why isn’t the baby coming out already?”

Charles dared not even utter a word in response.