Chapter 1187
Chapter 1187
Whitney choked on her own breath, rubbing her temples in exasperation. She hadn't even called anyone an idiot-why was her
son taking it so personally?
She quickly tried to soothe him. "Sweetie, I didn't mean it like that. Danny, come on, being a little goofy, a little silly, that's what
makes you so adorable!"
Danny's wailing only grew louder. "Goofy?! Are you saying I'm a big goofball? Like I'm some kind of dork?"
Shane, listening on speaker, was both amused and amazed. He'd never realized Ludwik's eldest son could be this melodramatic.
"Sammy, is your cool big brother always this touchy? He's got quite the... sensitive streak."
Sammy just rolled his eyes. "It's because I'm so smart. My brother gets a little self-conscious. He's always trying extra hard to
look good in front of Mom."
Shane let out a noncommittal "Hmm."
If this kept up, Danny would cry all day and they'd never get anything done. Shane, tall and broad-shouldered, bent down to
speak into Danny's smartwatch. "Whitney, what's up? Did you need something?"
Shane sounded put out. "Yeah, they insisted on visiting their baby sister first thing this morning. They couldn't care less about my
own daughter."
Whitney blinked, then realized he meant his own little girl. She laughed. "Oh, come on, your daughter's adorable! She looks just
like Sandy."
At the mention of Sandy, Shane fell silent for a second.
Whitney seized the moment. "Speaking of, Sandy told me she ran into you at the hospital yesterday. Why didn't you invite her
out for dinner?"
Shane's voice dropped, unreadable. "You sent her off on that field assignment forever. I haven't even given you a hard time
about that. You think she'd actually want to have dinner with me as soon as she comes back? She probably can't stand me."
Whitney raised an eyebrow. This guy could really dance around a subject.
"Well, I'll be waiting for you to finally clear the air," she teased.
"Don't worry about it," Shane replied, obviously ready to change the subject. "By the way, your daughter's doing even better than
yesterday. Opened her little eyes, took down a third of a bottle-ten milliliters. She looks lively. Sammy and Danny are keeping her
entertained."
"Using lunch as an excuse to check in on your girl, huh?" Shane's voice held a smile. "Does Ludwik know you're the one who
saved her? He must be over the moon."
Whitney just shook her head. If anything, Ludwik was a little too excited.
After hanging up, Whitney gathered up paper bags and takeout boxes and
headed to the NICU to drop off lunch for her boys and check up on her daughter.
The little one was definitely looking
better. She was awake, those big eyes blinking up at the ceiling. Still not even full term, her eyesight was probably nonexistent,
but when she heard the click of Whitney's heels, she seemed to sense it-turning her tiny head, sticking out her tongue, licking at
the milk dribbled on her lips. The baby was so soft, so sweet, still carrying that warm, milky scent that clung to Whitney and
made it impossible for anyone to stay indifferent.
"Hey, there did you have enough to eat, little peanut? Eat well and grow strong. Whitney murmured, letting her slender finger be
grasped by the baby's tiny, pink hand.
The little girl seemed to understand, blinking and making soft, gurgling noises.
"She's so cute, Mom! Her cheeks are even chubbier than yesterday-look!" Sammy piped up, crowding in for a better look.
"Oh really? You can tell after just a day?" Whitney teased. "Someone's got a vivid imagination."
"It's true! I check every day—I know these things," Sammy insisted, holding his hands apart to show the size.
Whitney couldn't help but laugh, ruffling his hair. After lingering a moment, she straightened. "You two keep her company. I'm off
to take lunch to Ludwik."
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