Purple Summers asked Alexander Summers if he had thought of a name yet.
Alexander said, "Let's start with nicknames, we can think about formal names later."
"Even if it's just nicknames, Big Baby and Little Baby seem so perfunctory!" Purple Summers was annoyed.
"Boys' nicknames don't need to be so meticulous, it's fine to call them anything casually," Alexander comforted Purple Summers. "Let's head back to the ward to rest. You've only had a sip of water since you woke up, you need to go back and replenish your nutrients. You can see the kids anytime."
Indeed, Purple Summers felt weak. Since giving birth, she had been sweating profusely, drenched in sweat, and didn't have the strength to even clench her fist tightly.
But looking at the two little babies in the incubator, she could never get enough of them and couldn't bear to leave.
Just looking at them, her heart was filled with emotion and her chest felt warm and swollen.
The little babies are so cute...
So wonderful...
