[War and Peace] Time travel to become a princess

Helen was pregnant in summer, and it was not easy. At the beginning, she could barely eat, but fortunately, the nasty morning sickness only lasted for a month. However, it was not until early autumn that Helen's body began to feel sick. I ordered some meat.

"Mom, you've finally become soft again." Nikolenka rubbed his tender cheek against Helen's neck, and then touched her cheek again.

"After a while, I hope you don't think I'm too fat." Helen kissed the boy's cheek and said with a smile.

"No, no, I will never think that you have anything wrong." Nikolenka wrinkled her little nose, gave her another hug carefully, and sighed.

"You don't know how good you are, Mom, I love you so much."

Helen felt that there might be no cuter child than Nikolenka in this world. When he loves you, he is always so frank, holds everything in his hands high, and expresses it with immature and bright words. Eyes tell you.

"Look, here's everything I've got, and now I'm giving it to you."

"You will spoil me." Helen smiled and rubbed her forehead against Nikolenka. The latter frowned and pondered like a little adult, before finally announcing loudly.

"Then spoil it!"

Nikolenka came out of Helen's arms, stood upright, and then drew a big circle with his little hands.

"So much, Mom, Dad and I want to give you so much love. When I grow up, there will be more of them, and him, um, or her." Nikolenka said gently with his fingers He poked Helen's soft belly, carefully, almost just touching the clothes.

"It's okay, baby, you can touch it." Helen took Nikolenka's hand, but the latter was still a little cautious.

"He looks so soft, I'm afraid I'll break it."

"No, he's strong."

Nikolenka caressed Helen's stomach with his hands in a somewhat fascinated way, then pressed his little face against it lightly, raised his head and asked, "Could he be a little brother?"

"Maybe it's my sister." Helen asked after a pause.

"Don't you like your sister?"

Nikolenka shook his head, "No, I just want him to be my younger brother."

"why?"

"Because my younger brother is a boy, if it's my younger sister, I have to be more careful. I'm afraid you will think that I don't love you enough." Nikolenka said innocently.

Helen kissed the boy's heart, and said softly: "I will never doubt your love for me, just like I love you."

Nikolenka smiled shyly, and leaned his little face on Helen's lap, and the latter hummed softly.

Twenty minutes later, Andrei came in from the outside and saw Nikolenka sleeping peacefully on Helen's lap. He whispered, "Did he sleep for a long time?"

"No."

Andre picked up his son, who muttered a few words in his dream, but still seemed to be sleeping well.

"I'll put him in his room."

"Don't." Helen stopped her, pulled Andre by the corner of his clothes, and then pointed to their bed.

"Let him sleep here, I think, and he'll wish to see us when he wakes up."

Andre stared at his wife, who looked at him with some doubts. Andre relaxed the corners of his lips, moved forward two steps, and then bowed his head and kissed his wife's lips.

"You make me feel like my life is a miracle."

She blushed, but still looked at him with a smile and murmured.

"If you think I've made your life seem like a miracle, it's because you don't know that to me, you are like my life itself."

He smiled, then kissed the other person's forehead, pious and holy.

At night, Helen woke up from the pain. In the dark, she moaned softly.Her movement was never too loud, but it still woke up the vigilant Andre.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice was a little hoarse, and his fingers had instinctively turned on the desk lamp.After he asked this sentence, she seemed to have come to her senses completely, which made her slightly stunned, as if she saw through them, those days when she couldn't stay by his side.

"Leg cramp, but it's fine now." She whispered, hiding some unnaturalness in her voice.

Andre didn't notice because he paid more attention to her feelings.

"Is it here?" He asked in a low voice, and she responded softly, followed by a gentle massage and more small inquiries.

"Okay." Helen said softly, stroking the other person's hair with her fingers.

Among them, Andre is taller than her, and he himself is always the kind of person who is too cold and arrogant. With such a character, almost no one can imagine him bowing his head and being gentle, but she is that special The presence.

These curly black hair looked so untouchable, but in fact, they looked like some kind of soft plant. Underneath were the man's sea blue eyes.

"I think I love you very much, you know that?"

He froze for a moment, in front of her, he suddenly blushed slightly like a child.

"Ah..." She sighed softly, and blushed for some reason.

With her eyes lowered, Helen suddenly wanted to avoid Andre's gaze, but she was gently held on her cheeks, gently, yet somewhat stubbornly, making her look into his gaze.

"You're always like this." He seemed to sigh, and she asked instinctively.

"what?"

He stared at her, and when her breathing became more rapid, suddenly, she showed a faint smile, at the corner of her mouth, like a marigold.

"Let me choose not to look at you at all."

He kissed her forehead.

"Also," he moved down, his lips were close to her skin, a little numb and itchy, and finally kissed her lips.

"There is no way not to love you."

She smiled, then leaned gently into his chest.

Perhaps, when a woman falls in love with a man, she has some maternal instincts.But when a man falls in love with a woman, he also just takes the other person as a child for granted, a person who you can give everything you have to her for her.

They are each other's big tree.

Can block the wind and rain, can share the sun and rain.

But at the same time, they are also the softest seeds in each other's hearts.

Intimate storage, lifetime treasure.