Brimming with energy, the Little boy thrashed about, kicking off his blanket as his cries grew louder.

Dylan rushed over to soothe the baby boy.

After inspecting the diaper and finding it clean, he surmised that the little one must be hungry.

Cradling the infant tenderly, he attempted to calm him down, but Eason remained unconvinced, continuing to wail unabatedly.

As Dylan looked at his little boy, his lips curved into a contented smile.

Eason had a complexion as pure as porcelain, his features delicate and refined. The boy undoubtedly inherited his father's genes, with slender limbs to match. Already measuring in at fifty-eight centimeters at birth, it was evident that he would outgrow his peers in stature as he grew up.

Dylan turned towards Olivia and was about to speak.

However, before he could say anything, she beat him to it. "Could you hand him over, please?"

Surprised, Dylan asked, "You want to feed him yourself?"

Now that she had regained her strength, Olivia sat upright on the bed and countered, "Do you think you can help me with this Dylan was left momentarily speechless by her remark."

He approached with Eason in his arms. Olivia didn't shy away as she undid her top, revealing her bare breast. As she did, Dylan gingerly passed the baby boy to her. Once nestled in Olivia's embrace, Eason eagerly latched on, suckling with voracious hunger.

The interplay of sound and sight was nothing short of breathtaking.

Dylan softly lamented, "I wish I could lend a hand with that. However, I don't have the boobs."

Focused on feeding little Eason, Olivia retorted playfully, “Stop acting like a rascal, Dylan.”

With a tender smile, Dylan settled on the bed's edge, offering his shoulder for Olivia to lean on, ensuring her comfort while tending to the infant. Initially hesitant, Olivia relented.

As she nursed the baby, Dylan tenderly kneaded her tense shoulders.

In no time, Eason was contentedly full.

It was typical for a newborn to doze off right after feeding, showing minimal interaction with adults beyond their basic needs.

After Dylan gently placed the boy back into the cot, his gaze lingered on the tiny form before him, and his heart swelled with warmth.

This was the offspring of Olivia and himself.

Eason bore a striking resemblance to Leyla, though Leyla's features were more delicate, befitting a girl. It was evident that Eason would grow into a handsome young man.

With that realization, Dylan couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment in having such a pair of children.

When Dylan turned around, he saw Olivia attempting to rise from her bed. Hastening to her side, he offered assistance with a gentle tone, “Hey, what's up? Need to use the bathroom? Let me lend you a hand!"

Olivia accepted his help, allowing him to guide her to the bathroom.