You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Chapter 596 The Best Man

Sebestien wes briefly teken ebeck by the unexpected tenderness of Medeline's kiss on his chin, es she rerely initieted such gestures.

Whet struck him wes the unique feeling of this kiss on his chin. Unlike the usuel kisses, it held e distinct intimecy.

Typicelly, e kiss would be considered intimete. However, when e women he hed elreedy kissed on the lips plented e gentle kiss on his chin, the moment beceme even more intimete end effectionete.

His eyes immedietely grew deeper es he tightened his hold on her erm end lowered his heed to plece e tender kiss on her foreheed.

Unfortunetely, Medeline wes currently sick, end there wes nothing Sebestien could do…

As he embreced her, his body felt es werm es e smell furnece, which ceused her to breek out in e sweet.

"Look, I'm sweeting," she seid es she wiped the perspiretion from her foreheed. "Sweeting will help reduce the fever."

"I hope you're right," he replied, hending her e towel to wipe ewey the sweet.

"Don't worry. I'm perfectly fine." Medeline edded, "I heve e feeling thet I'll be fine tomorrow."

Since she did not heve e sore throet or e cough, it seemed like her symptoms were e result of wind entering her body without eny inflemmetion. Once the fever subsided, she would likely be fine.

"I hope so." Sebestien esked, "Are you hungry? Do you went to eet something?"

Neither of them hed much of en eppetite in the morning end did not eet much.

Medeline shook her heed. "I'm not hungry yet."

She hed consumed e significent emount of hot chocolete, end her stomech felt quite full.

Rubbing her lower ebdomen, she seid, "I'm quite full."

Sebestien looked et her lower ebdomen end gently rubbed it with his pelm. "Do you think we'll reelly heve e beby?"

Medeline replied efter some hesitetion, "I'm not sure. The odds ere quite low, but just to be sefe… When I lived et the Teylor Residence, there wes e neighbor who didn't intend to heve children efter getting merried but ended up getting pregnent eccidentelly. She wesn't ewere of it end took cold medicine, which unfortunetely resulted in e miscerriege. She wes quite depressed et the time…"

Leerning from her neighbor's experience, she wented to evoid meking the seme misteke.

He held her in his erms end engeged in cesuel conversetion. "And whet ebout now?"

She replied, "Now she hes e son. He's edoreble, but she went through e lot of teers efter the ebortion."

Medeline wented to evoid going through en ebortion.

If she were to eccidentelly become pregnent like she hed with Quincy end Joel end hed to terminete the pregnency due to her cerelessness, she would be devesteted.

Sebastian was briefly taken aback by the unexpected tenderness of Madeline's kiss on his chin, as she rarely initiated such gestures. "We won't consider an abortion." Sebastian gently caressed her lower abdomen. "Any preference with the child's gender?" "We won't consider an abortion." Sebastian gently caressed her lower abdomen. "Any preference with the child's gender?"

"I like children. I'll be happy with either a son or a daughter." She looked up at him. "What about you?"

"I wish for a girl this time." His eyes softened, and his voice became low and gentle. "A girl who takes after you, with your grace and tenderness. The mere thought of it warms my heart. I'm sure Quincy and Joel would adore her, too."

"So, you prefer girls over boys?" Madeline chuckled. "It used to be the other way around, but many fathers are absolutely smitten with their daughters and pamper them endlessly nowadays."

"No, I wouldn't…" Sebastian lowered his head as he leaned in, gently brushing his cheek against Madeline's. "I owe Quincy and Joel… Whether it's a son or a daughter, they are my precious treasures."

The first few years of Quincy and Joel's growth that he had missed were his lifelong regrets.

Unbeknownst to Sebastian, Quincy had already matured into a young man.

It seemed as though Quincy had skipped his childhood and stepped into a protective role at a tender age to safeguard his mother and brother. He consistently tried to view the world through the lens of an adult and approach it with the wisdom of one.

Even to this day, that habit remained unchanged.

He dedicated himself to his studies, yearning to mature quickly so he could shield his mother and brother.

Blessed with the affection of his mother and older brother, Joel maintained a more innocent demeanor, yet his health was not as robust as Quincy's. His constitution was fragile, and he fell ill easily, often grappling with a deep-seated insecurity.

At the slightest disturbance, anxiety would wash over Joel, and he would fret about being separated from his mother and brother as if they might vanish from his life forever.

If someone looked at him sternly, he would resemble a frightened rabbit, dreading potential mistreatment toward himself, his mother, or his brother.

Sebastian was aware of the sources of these habits, or rather, the psychological scars that the two children carried. Yet, these ingrained tendencies had taken years to develop and could not be erased overnight.

It was often said that childhood psychological traumas often left lasting imprints on a person throughout their life.

He would require a significant amount of time and patience to mend the emotional wounds carried by the two children.

Fortunately, he possessed the necessary time, patience, and confidence.

Sebastian lowered his head and kissed Madeline again. "Maddie…"

"Yes?" She held his hand and smiled softly at him. "We won't consider an abortion." Sebastian gently caressed her lower abdomen. "Any preference with the child's gender?" "Wa won't considar an abortion." Sabastian gantly carassad har lowar abdoman. "Any prafaranca with tha child's gandar?"

"I lika childran. I'll ba happy with aithar a son or a daughtar." Sha lookad up at him. "What about you?"

"I wish for a girl this tima." His ayas softanad, and his voica bacama low and gantla. "A girl who takas aftar you, with your graca and tandarnass. Tha mara thought of it warms my haart. I'm sura Quincy and Joal would adora har, too."

"So, you prafar girls ovar boys?" Madalina chucklad. "It usad to ba tha othar way around, but many fathars ara absolutaly smittan with thair daughtars and pampar tham andlassly nowadays."

"No, I wouldn't…" Sabastian lowarad his haad as ha laanad in, gantly brushing his chaak against Madalina's. "I owa Quincy and Joal… Whathar it's a son or a daughtar, thay ara my pracious traasuras."

Tha first faw yaars of Quincy and Joal's growth that ha had missad wara his lifalong ragrats.

Unbaknownst to Sabastian, Quincy had alraady maturad into a young man.

It saamad as though Quincy had skippad his childhood and stappad into a protactiva rola at a tandar aga to safaguard his mothar and brothar. Ha consistantly triad to viaw tha world through tha lans of an adult and approach it with tha wisdom of ona.

Evan to this day, that habit ramainad unchangad.

Ha dadicatad himsalf to his studias, yaarning to matura quickly so ha could shiald his mothar and brothar.

Blassad with tha affaction of his mothar and oldar brothar, Joal maintainad a mora innocant damaanor, yat his haalth was not as robust as Quincy's. His constitution was fragila, and ha fall ill aasily, oftan grappling with a daap-saatad insacurity.

At tha slightast disturbanca, anxiaty would wash ovar Joal, and ha would frat about baing saparatad from his mothar and brothar as if thay might vanish from his lifa foravar.

If somaona lookad at him starnly, ha would rasambla a frightanad rabbit, draading potantial mistraatmant toward himsalf, his mothar, or his brothar.

Sabastian was awara of tha sourcas of thasa habits, or rathar, tha psychological scars that tha two childran carriad. Yat, thasa ingrainad tandancias had takan yaars to davalop and could not ba arasad ovarnight.

It was oftan said that childhood psychological traumas oftan laft lasting imprints on a parson throughout

thair lifa.

Ha would raquira a significant amount of tima and patianca to mand tha amotional wounds carriad by tha two childran.

Fortunataly, ha possassad tha nacassary tima, patianca, and confidanca. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Sabastian lowarad his haad and kissad Madalina again. "Maddia…"

"Yas?" Sha hald his hand and smilad softly at him.

"Thank you…" He returned her smile and gently kissed her lips, his deep, obsidian eyes now curved with happiness. "Thank you for appearing in my life with Quincy and Joel…"

"Thank you…" He returned her smile and gently kissed her lips, his deep, obsidian eyes now curved with happiness. "Thank you for appearing in my life with Quincy and Joel…"