481 Finally to Be Born

Bella looked up at him, his blue eyes dazzled with tenderness, permeated with drunkenness.

He bent down, holding the crown in both hands and looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation. As if she had been the lover he had waited for generations, when she appeared, it brightened all the darkness inside his heart.

At this moment, Bella felt a little unreal. She seemed to see Charles when she first met. He was so arrogant that he always gave her a contemptuous look.

But now, Charles, who was so noble, bowed his head for her over and over again, he bent down, and even wore socks for her.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, Charles could not help but call her, "Bell?"

Bella bent her eyes, and when her eyelashes suddenly moved, she burst into tears.

She choked with sobs, "Yes, I want, Charles. I am willing to marry you, to give birth to your children, and to be the hostess of the Kingdom of the Sea."

She lowered her head halfway and let Charles wear the crown on her braided hair.

Charles bowed and kissed her, "Bell, this wedding is too rough... I will definitely compensate you for a bigger wedding in the future."

He promised that if Elsa's experiment was successful, and if the clone heart was successful, he would definitely compensate her for a wedding.

Bella burst into tears, but smiled. She kept shaking her head, "No, Charles. This wedding was nothing simple rough at all. It was not rough."

She said, "We got married in the galaxy. This is the most magnificent wedding. No one in the world can have this. This is a wedding belong to only us. I really like it, Charles."

Charles, thank you for giving us such a big surprise on the last day we were together, I could die without regrets.

Bella's tears flowed more and more quickly, and finally became sobbing. She cried and said, "Charles, you are too bad, you just want me to cry. You can't move me so much in the future, crying is not good for my eyes. You can't bully me like this."

She kept talking to divert the sorrow of parting.

Charles gently swept the tears under her eyes and laughed, "How can I let you cry?" He coaxed her like a child, "Okay, Bell, don't cry, I will never make you cry again."

Because he might really have no more chances.

"Your words should count." Bella gave the little finger of her right hands childishly. "Draw hook. If you make me cry again, you will become a puppy."

Charles stretched out his right little finger and drew the hook with her. "Okay, if I let you cry again, I'm a puppy."

When Bella cried again, he must no longer be there. It would be nice if he could be her puppy.

Charles embraced her in his arms, patted her gently, and asked, "How do you feel? Does your stomach feel better?"

Bella then remembered that they just come out to digest.

She stroked her belly. "I feel much better."

He took her hand. "Then let’s go back to sleep?"

She was a bit reluctant about the Milky Way in front of her. "Will it always be here?"

Charles replied, "As long as you come, there will be."

He would leave all his power here before leaving.

Bella then reluctantly followed Charles away.

In their plans, they had counted down their time together, so they were actually nostalgic.

The only difference was that in the countdown of Charles, they still had one month to spend together, but in the plan of Bella, this was their last night together.

There were varying degrees of sadness in their joyful smiles.

At night, the two didn't sleep much. They closed their eyes and felt each other's existence.

They loved each other so much, but they were determined to leave. Because in their eyes, the opposite was more important than themselves.

The next day, Charles returned from the parliament meeting in the early morning. At that time Bella was still having breakfast.

She sat in the hall, sipping porridge, staring straight out the door. As soon as Charles entered the door, her eyes lit up instantly.

She quickly waved at him, "Charles, come over for breakfast."

Today was the day she was going to give birth. Charles didn’t need to go on patrol.

Charles took off her formal dress and set it on a chair beside him. He was sitting next to her in a shirt only. He took her porridge and drank two sips. He frowned, "It's so cold. Don't drink it, let me change another bowl for you."

Bella didn't stop him, and she accepted his adoration for herself. Watching him refill a bowl of porridge and put it in front of her, and then prepared her dishes, tried the temperature, and put it in front of her.

Bella was contentious, she held her chin and looked at him with a smile, "Charles, can you feed me?"

"Okay." Charles put down the spoon, picked up a small spoon to feed her.

Bella was fussy, "Charles, it is so hot."

Charles blew it and brought it to her mouth. She only tested the temperature with the tip of her tongue and said, "Charles, it's too cold, you can eat it yourself."

Charles really ate it himself.

Bella was still unwilling to eat normally, "Charles, you’ve put too many pickles, it’s too salty."

"Charles, give me some pickles. It's too light. I need some sault."

"Charles ..."

"Charles ..."

"Charles ..."

Bella was deliberately fussy, and even Sunday, who was waiting in the distance, thought that Bella had deliberately found fault, but Charles still had a good temper to drink he porridge she licked.

In the end, he refilled a bowl of porridge, drank it directly into his mouth, kissed her over his neck.

He fed the porridge into her mouth, like a big bird feeding small birds, but he was very patient.

In the end, Bella couldn't stand it anymore. She snatched the porridge bowl and looked at him with a blush. "Charles, you are so dirty."

One morning, she kept calling his name and talking. There was no need to call him, but she still called his name all the time.

"Charles, read the storybook to me ..."

Charles read the story book to her.

"Charles, tell me a joke."

Charles told the joke to her.

Obviously, the joke was not funny, Bella still giggled after hearing it.

Until Elsa came to tell them that all plans had been ready, and Bella could start giving birth.

Bella finally didn't smile. She took Charles's hand and said, "Charles, I'm a little scared."

Charles shook her hand, "Bell, don't be afraid. I will always be here."

Bella grabbed his hand tightly, as if using all her strength to utter one word at a time, "Charles, no matter what happens, you must protect Bryant."

"I know, Bell, I will protect Bryant." Charles knew that she was nervous, he patted her hand, said softly, "Don't be nervous, don't be afraid. You only need to stay relaxed, leave everything else to me."

Bella looked at him and emphasized again, "No matter what happens, you must protect Bryant."