Chapter 597: The Next Plan_Part 1

Sebastian didn’t reply to her comment about Ivy’s attack because he didn’t want her to feel guilty for no reason when he knew he would be fine. Although giving up one’s heart blood was a deadly process that could take the life of an ordinary werewolf, and many didn’t even dare to attempt it, Sebastian hadn’t hesitated to do it for his son and his wife’s peace of mind.

However, he acted as though what he had given up was nothing more than a few crumbs of bread. Viola didn’t know what to do with a husband who would go to any length to make everything right. She stared up at his grey eyes, which were fixed on her.

"What if something had gone wrong while you were giving up your heart blood? Don’t you know that werewolves are strongly advised against doing that?" she muttered softly. She understood that he had done it for a good reason, but she still couldn’t help scolding him.

Sebastian smiled a little. "What matters is that our son will be fine now, and you won’t have to go to the sea. My heart blood carries the most healing power, so using it in a potion will make it more effective. Besides, I heal faster than an average werewolf," he assured her.

He took her hand and turned towards the bed, his eyes falling on the equipment on her bedside table.

Viola’s expression softened. "You could have come to see me for a few minutes before you left." She rubbed the other side of his chest, careful not to touch the inflamed wound. "You should get it treated. Let me call a nurse to look at it and make sure it doesn’t get infected. Was the witch’s knife clean before she cut you?"

Viola began to move away as she spoke, but he pulled her back.

"There’s no need. The witch applied some medicine to it, and it’s already healing from within. Only the surface wound is taking its time to close. It barely hurts." He touched the spot, even though a sharp pain shot through him. He simply didn’t want her to worry, so he made sure none of it showed on his face.

Viola looked doubtful, but she didn’t push the matter or insist on having him treated at the healing house. Still, she made a mental note to keep an eye on the wound.

Sebastian pulled her with him and peeked at his sleeping daughters before he sat with her on the edge of the bed and brushed a strand of hair away from her face again with tender fingers.

She leaned into his touch for a moment before glancing at the pump.

"What is all this equipment?" He asked upon seeing it on the nightstand. They had so much to talk about, including the decision he had made upon learning about Nick’s return, which he had yet to tell her, but Sebastian thought that could wait a little while.

"The nurse said I need to express milk for him, but I’ve never done this before."

Sebastian turned his gaze from the equipment. "Do you want me to help?"

Viola looked at his chest, not wanting him to strain himself so much, but he flicked her nose. "I am fine. Do you need my help?" He repeated.

Viola nodded. "I think so. I’m not even sure how to use it."

He listened as she explained what the nurse had shown her, then picked up the equipment to examine it. After washing his hands, he helped her check that the collection bottle was clean and properly attached to the pump. He made sure the tubing was connected and the flange was ready, then passed everything back to her.

"She said I need to position this over my nipple," Viola murmured, looking at the flange uncertainly.

"Here, let me help you get comfortable first."

Sebastian adjusted the pillows behind her back, helping her sit upright without straining. He then drew the blanket over her lap, giving her some privacy as she loosened the neckline of her gown.

He had been awake all day, giving his blood and trying to recover enough before he came back to her, but he knew she had gone through more pain giving birth, and he wouldn’t be able to sit still while he watched her struggle to pump for the first time.

Her breasts were still heavy and tender, and she winced slightly when she shifted to position the pump. Sebastian noticed immediately.

"Does it still hurt that much?"

"A little. They’re still sensitive, and I feel so full because Hazel and Vanessa haven’t suckled yet this evening."

"Hazel and Vanessa?" Sebastian said, with a small lift to his lips, as he looked at his wife, who had named their daughters in his absence.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I thought of their names while I was showering. I remembered that the first movie I watched in Moonwillow had two characters I liked, Hazel and Vanessa, who left a great impression on me. They’re lovely names, don’t you think?" she asked, seeking his opinion even though she had already started calling the babies by those names. If he didn’t like them, however, she wouldn’t mind choosing different ones.

Sebastian chuckled softly, the corners of his pale pink lips lifting as he spoke while helping her fit the pump. "If you like them, so do I. Hazel and Vanessa it is. What about the boy?" He looked into her eyes. "Have you thought of a name for him yet?"

"I left that for you to decide. Do you have one in mind for him?" she asked. She then realized that he wasn’t quite sure how to fit the pump properly, so she looked down and took it from his hand. "I think I just need to position it properly."

Sebastian stayed beside her as she centered the flange over her nipple, making sure it fit comfortably without pinching her skin. He helped her check the seal before handing her the pump controls.

"Is that better?" he asked.

Viola nodded and switched it on, beginning with the lowest suction setting, as the nurse had instructed. The pump started its gentle, rhythmic pulling.

She looked back at him, ready to continue their conversation. "Have you thought of a name for him?"