novellhall Chapter 615 - 586: Because It’s Beautiful
Chapter 615 - 586: Because It’s Beautiful
Sienna Thornton cried until she was exhausted and fell asleep on the couch without having lunch.Simon Forrester covered her with a thin air-conditioning blanket, placed a maternity pillow under her pregnant belly, and then went to prepare lunch.
After finishing his tasks, he called Scott Langford, hoping he could assist in the operating room on the day of Sienna’s cesarean section. Knowing that Scott had once saved Mrs. Langford from the brink of death due to amniotic fluid embolism, Simon felt it would be safer with Scott’s presence in the operating room.
Scott readily agreed, saying he would coordinate with Joyce Sutton and that Simon needn’t worry on his end. Once the surgery time was confirmed, they’d just need to bring the maternity bag and handle the admission procedures.
After hanging up, Simon returned to his study to do some work. Around three o’clock, noticing Sienna hadn’t woken up yet, he went downstairs to wake her for lunch.
Sienna’s face was swollen from crying so much, and her voice was heavy with congestion. She also kept complaining of a headache, so Simon coaxed her into eating a simple lunch and began to massage her head to relieve her pain.
Simon briefly mentioned that Scott would be there to assist during her cesarean section, which immediately reassured her, making her less resistant to the surgery.
It was early August, the sun was shining brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and anyone standing outside would be drenched in sweat within seconds, yet indoors it was refreshingly cool and dry.
Sienna lay on Simon’s lap, enjoying his head, shoulder, and neck massage, occasionally opening her mouth to eat a cherry that Simon handed her.
"Did Dr. Langford really save his wife from death? He’s amazing!" Amniotic fluid embolism is an extremely dangerous, potentially fatal complication of childbirth, with a mortality rate of 99%. Surviving such an event is nothing short of a miracle.
Sienna said, spitting out a cherry pit, which Simon casually caught and tossed into the trash bin at their feet.
Wiping his hands clean with a tissue, he continued to massage Sienna’s head: "Back then, Ian was observing the cesarean section of his wife in the operating room and immediately noticed the signs of distress during the procedure. He dealt with the amniotic fluid entering the bloodstream in a timely manner, preventing organ failure and saving Rowan Langley’s life. Otherwise..."
Thinking about all this, and that Sienna would soon undergo a cesarean section herself, Simon was filled with a mix of fear and worry. However, he couldn’t show it in front of Sienna, who was already anxious.
He leaned down to embrace her, kissed her high, round belly, and patted it, saying with a smile, "Let’s just have this one. One daughter is fine. We’ll educate her well, and she’ll be filial."
"Like me?" Sienna teased, looking at the man gently resting his face against her belly.
Simon smiled, nodding in affirmation.
They sat and chatted until evening.
Sienna remained on Simon’s lap, occasionally chatting with him and sometimes talking to the baby in her belly.
"Shall we go take a bath?" Simon suggested, "Afterward, you can rest while I prepare dinner."
Since Sienna became pregnant, they mostly bathed together. Simon worried that she might slip in the bathroom, so bathing together allowed him to watch over and protect her.
"Okay."
Just as they were about to go upstairs, Simon’s phone rang. After listening for a few seconds, he said, "I’m here, just deliver it," and hung up quickly.
"Who was that?" Sienna asked.
"The photography studio for the maternity photos. They’re sending the pictures over."
Sienna wrapped her arm around his, exclaiming excitedly, "Wow, so soon? Didn’t they say it would take a month?"
They had gone for the photoshoot at the end of July, and the studio had mentioned it would take a month to receive the photos, yet here they were in just half a month.
Simon chuckled, ruffling her long hair, "They usually exaggerate the delivery time to account for unforeseen delays, so something that takes half a month is said to take a month."
"Makes sense."
Sienna smiled, feeling much happier in anticipation of receiving the beautiful maternity photos, lifting her mood which had been dampened at lunch due to the C-section concerns.
Going back up to the second floor, just as they entered the bathroom, Sienna mentioned that her scalp was a bit itchy and wanted to wash her hair. Simon took her to the third floor, where a hair-washing station had been installed three months earlier.
When Sienna was in her fifth month of pregnancy, her belly wasn’t very noticeable, making it easy to bend over to wash her hair. But in the sixth month, as her belly rapidly grew, she found bending over uncomfortable, so Simon bought a shampoo bed to install next to the sauna room on the third floor and helped wash her hair there.
Initially, she was fascinated by it and asked Simon to become her personal stylist and wash her hair every night. But after the novelty wore off, she went back to washing it every other day.
Once her hair was washed, Simon helped dry and wrap it up, and they returned to the second floor to bathe. After the bath, Sienna rested in the room while Simon went downstairs to prepare dinner.
Unable to fall asleep, she lay in bed for a while before getting up to check the maternity bag.
It was her first time as an expectant mother, and naturally, she was nervous. Last month, she had consulted several of her female subordinates who had recently given birth and compiled a list on an A4 paper. Despite Simon offering to handle the shopping, she insisted on doing it herself, worried about his taste. She ended up waddling around several nights in a row through maternity sections of the mall, tiring herself out to the point of not wanting to pack the maternity bag, which Simon eventually did for her.
The maternity bag resulted in two suitcases and a handbag, all packed with essentials for both the mother and baby during confinement, as they planned to go directly to a postpartum care center after discharge.
As Sienna sat reviewing the maternity bag in the walk-in closet, Simon walked in: "The photos have arrived."
"Oh?" Sienna sprang to her feet in excitement, "Let’s have a look!"
They went downstairs, and she found the photos in the billiards room. Simon had already unpacked them and laid them out on the pool table for her convenience.
There was a small oil painting frame, two albums, and a few simple yet elegant tabletop displays.
Maternity photos are generally not made into oil paintings like wedding or family photos; they are mostly kept in albums for occasional viewing as a memento. Sienna had said this at the time, but Simon wanted to cherish the memory of her pregnancy, finding it beautiful.
The framed photo was quite ordinary. Sienna was standing sideways in a white gown that exposed her belly, smiling with her eyes downcast at Simon, who was on one knee; he was closing his eyes, tenderly kissing her pregnant belly.
The photograph was taken from a backlit angle, with post-production effects creating a hazy and warm atmosphere. When selecting the photo for framing, Simon chose this one without hesitation.