"Robert..."
Her fingers twitched slightly, and Robert indeed woke up. He squeezed her hand gently, then raised his head to look at her lying on the bed.
She turned her head as well, her face still pale, but her eyes were filled with relief.
"Awake?" He sat up, and his other hand gently brushed her cheek. The warmth of his palm seemed to carry a comforting temperature, calming her emotions.
"The baby..."
"Don't worry, she's resting in the nursery. A lovely little princess." Robert smiled, for he wasn't the type who only wanted a wife and not a daughter. Earlier, he had secretly visited the nursery and saw the nurse about to bathe their daughter. Little Thomson was energetically trying to grab her feet with her chubby little hand, attempting to put them in her mouth.
—Of course, the little one had just been born a few days ago, so she couldn't really achieve this feat. At most, all she could do was flutter about in her swaddle, never quite reaching her goal.
