Having just finished preparing the milk, Waylen perked up as he heard the voice. He hurried over, anxiety evident in his tone.

"Is something wrong?”

Aslight paleness washed over Rena's face.

In truth, she knew exactly what was happening. With a gentle shake of her head, she reassured him, "It's nothing, just a touch of nausea.”

Waylen assisted her to sit down.

He crouched in front of her, gently patting her back, and softly said, "You shouldn't be doing household chores anymore. Let the servants handle it, or allow me to take care of you."

Their eyes met at that moment.

Looking at his handsome face, Rena's heart fluttered; she knew she had a wonderful husband.

Tenderly, she reached out to caress his face, whispering softly, "Don't you want another child? Waylen... Alexis might have a little brother or sister next year.”

Waylen was taken aback.

Rena took his hand and placed it gently on her belly.

"Are you too overwhelmed with joy to speak?”

They had been intimate so often; having a child was only natural.

After a while, Waylen finally found his voice. He delicately touched her flat belly, knowing that it was too early to feel anything since Rena had just become pregnant but he wanted to connect with the existence of their baby.

Slowly, he half-knelt closer to her.

Rena's heart warmed; no woman could resist the closeness of her man. Though he didn't say a word, she could sense his immense happiness.

"Now put the noodles into bowls before they get soggy."

Waylen didn't want to move.

With slender fingers, Rena tenderly brushed against his handsome face, reminding him, "If we do have another child, don't neglect Alexis.”

Waylen chuckled.

“Impossible! I'll take great care of all three of you.”

Then, he scooped Rena up and placed her gently on the hall sofa.