Everything proceeded smoothly after that.

But at the moment their bodies merged, Laura wept.

Even she wasn't sure why she was crying.

Was she moved? Or was it because of something else?

She couldn't explain it clearly. All she knew was that this time, it felt exceptionally good.

She was neither reserved nor unrestrained.

Morrison and she were drenched in sweat!

From the living room to the bathroom, the bedroom, and the kitchen, it seemed they were determined to leave their marks in every corner of the house.

They had been entwined numerous times.

Each encounter lasted quite a while.

Unconsciously, the day turned into a night.

Eventually, they were so exhausted that they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Laura slept deeply.

Somewhat groggily, she heard the baby crying and slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Morrison preparing a formula.

Laura's breast milk wasn't sufficient for the baby.

Thus, they were often supplemented with formula.

Exhausted, she murmured, “Do you need my help?"

“No, I've got this. You go back to sleep."

Soon after, Morrison had fed the baby the formula, and the crying ceased.