atlantis

The speed of the car once again exceeded 250KM/H, and it took only half an hour to rush home.Han Jing didn't go into the house immediately, but took out a cigarette, stood under the pattering night rain, and suppressed his inner anger.He was choked several times, until the evening wind hit his face and it was cold, then he threw down half of the cigarette butt, went to the storage room to get the key, then rinsed his mouth with tea, calmed down his emotions, and went upstairs calmly.

"I want to talk to you, Maurice." Opening the locked door, I found that the bedroom was very dark, only a lamp was on.

"Morris?"

"Sleeping again?" Han Jing came to the bedside and sat in front of Morris lightly.The light was very dim, and Morris's face could not be seen clearly. Han Jing sighed, really seeing his beloved, the entanglement and dissatisfaction just now seemed to disappear in an instant, and he could no longer be angry.He stretched out his hand, as usual, to touch Morris' face naturally, his heart twitched suddenly, the fingertips were unexpectedly cold and wet, and Morris seemed to be sweating a lot! ?

Han Jing became nervous immediately, and hurriedly turned on the desk lamp at hand, only then could he see Morris curled up under the quilt, hugging his stomach, his long satin-like hair was already wet with cold sweat, messy on his shoulder blades and on the pillow.

Morris had to open his eyes, even though he was very uncomfortable, he still refused to accept the slightest softness.

"What are you doing back?" He wanted to ask coldly, but he was thinking about Han Jing's departure, and when he needed it most, he showed a faint sense of grievance.

"Just sent my mother away..."

"I'll apologize to you, don't be angry, okay?" Seeing the cold sweat dripping on his face, which was painfully pale, Han Jing's heart felt as if someone had grabbed him hard, and he couldn't help but lose his mind.

"Is it hard?"

"Where does it hurt?"

Feeling Han Jing's tension, although Morris was annoyed, his body followed his heart, and unconsciously leaned into Han Jing's arms, as if he had the strength to resist the increasingly unbearable abdominal pain.

"I want to lie down..."

"!?" There was another strong contraction, and Morris buried his face in pain, his whole body tensed up, and he suddenly tightened his hand on the sheet, betraying his pain.

Han Jing realized something was wrong, very wrong!He hugged Morris, and was surprised that Morris's clothes were also wet. He ran his hands along his sweaty back and gently touched his round and tall belly. It was obviously stiff at the moment, and Morris was also tense and trembling. .

Thinking of the details of participating in the pregnancy class, Han Jing panicked, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Carefully hugging Morris, Han Jing helped Morris massage his back according to the method he had learned, trying to relieve the pain of contraction as much as possible.

It was only a short few tens of seconds, but for Morris, it felt more and more long and difficult, and there was no sign of easing up.

Feeling the tense body slowly loosen in his arms, feeling weak...

Reluctantly, Han Jing kissed his sweaty forehead, feeling extremely distressed.

"Don't bear it, when did you start hurting?"

Morris closed his eyes, let Han Jing take care of him, and was hugged back to bed, still complaining about Han Jing, too tired to answer.

Han Jing said anxiously: "I have to call Marco!"

"Don't go!" Morris interrupted weakly, holding Han Jing who was about to get up with his cold hand.

"Just lie down by yourself...I want you by my side..." Morris refused lightly, and the sapphire eyes showed a trace of fragility. It was so difficult without Han Jing.

"Fool." Seeing Morris' restrained affection, Han Jing couldn't help but choked up, sat back down again, and gently comforted him, "You're going to give birth, do you know?"

"How could it be!?" Morris was shocked, touched his round belly, frowned and thought, "The child is not full-term, it won't be..."

"And... I don't feel popular..." Morris paused slightly, speaking a little shyly.For a long time, he was busy with work and had no time to read books about pregnancy.Han Jing went to the training class for pregnant women alone, and it took less than two weeks before he had the time to look at the pile of books that Han Jing bought back.However, he was mentally exhausted, and he only had a general understanding of childbirth, and many details were not as clear as Han Jing's.

"Seeing red can be fast or slow, and your body is flawless, so it is likely to be slower than normal people." Helping Morris wipe the sweat from his forehead, Han Jing showed calm and gentleness, "Don't be afraid, I will always guard you .I'll call Marco right now."

Kissing the faint lips, Han Jing shook Morris' hand, and Fang walked out of the bedroom with his mobile phone.

Morris was lying on the bed, hugging his round belly, and couldn't help panicking. He was worried about giving birth. If he really had to give birth prematurely, the baby would be fine! ?

After leaving the bedroom, Han Jing showed nervousness, paced back and forth, and kept calling Marco.

"Why don't you answer it!?" Han Jing was so anxious that he couldn't help but feel annoyed when the phone call didn't go through.

Finally, Marco's plain voice came from the other end: "Han Jing? It's so late..."

"Maurice may be about to give birth!" Han Jing interrupted anxiously.

"What!?" Marco froze for a moment, "Don't worry, when did he have an attack? What's the situation now?"

"I think it should be this afternoon, around four or five o'clock. It's all my fault, I didn't pay attention at the time!" Han Jing frowned, thinking about the dinner, he regretted it to the extreme.

"Don't worry!" Hearing Han Jing's panic, Marco said forcefully, "Before I rushed over, you were Morris' support! You have to help him and give him confidence. You haven't attended a training class. !?"

"Yes, I did." Han Jing forced himself to regain his senses from the panic.

"He didn't see any redness, but he could already feel the obvious stiffness in his abdomen, and the pain was severe..." Han Jing heard the sound of cleaning up on the other end.

"I see, don't panic, it will take at least ten hours for the first child." Marco tidied up the box, held the phone on his right shoulder, and looked at the hand on his right wrist. It was almost nine o'clock.

"I'll catch the last flight right away, and I should be there at twelve o'clock."

"Catch the plane!?" Han Jing was overwhelmed by hearing this.

"I'm in Florida, and now I'm a military doctor at base 9!" Marco said in a deep voice, "Even if you see red, it will take a long time for the first delivery. Don't worry, help Morris get out of bed first, don't lie on the bed, This is not only not conducive to production, but will cause severe pain.”

"You support him and let him kneel on the side of the bed, which will help the child get down. You should have learned what I said!?"

"I have learned, I have learned." Han Jing murmured, listening to Marco's detailed instructions, the knowledge taught by the teacher resurfaced clearly in his mind.

Another wave of delivery came up, Morris bowed up, silently forbearing, after Han Jing's reminder just now, he was surprised that the abdominal pain became more and more regular, as if it was really about to give birth?

Thinking of going into premature labor, Morris panicked and palpited. He tightened his grip on the quilt and couldn't help but let go, hugging his tight stomach.

He was in so much pain that he didn't notice Han Jing's return.

"Marco will be here soon." Han Jing watched anxiously, and wiped off the cold sweat of the suffering man.

"Child?" Morris bit his lip and finally got over it.

"The child is healthy, I promise, nothing will happen." Han Jing hugged his sweaty body, kissed Morris' face, and tried his best to comfort him.

"I'll help you change your clothes, go down and lie on the bedside, it will feel better."

"I'll do it myself." Morris wanted to support himself, but was carefully protected by Han Jing.

"Don't be stubborn, you have to save some energy." Han Jing gently stopped, helped Morris take off his shirt, put on a long shirt, and took off his pants.

Morris turned his head away, not seeing the slight change on Han Jing's face.

As Morris felt, the baggy panties were clean, free of blood, or even any mucus that should have been present.But Han Jing discovered that the back of Morris had been opened, and it was actually the three-finger situation that the teacher said in the pregnant woman class.

Already shrunk to three fingers...! ?

Could it be because of her flawless body...! ?

Unable to explain the contradiction in front of him, Han Jing was secretly startled, but he didn't dare to reveal it. He raised his head calmly and helped Morris who was in the gap to be careful.

Morris wore long blond hair, supported Han Jing with his right hand, and hugged his protruding belly with his left hand, and slowly got out of bed.Following Han Jing's wishes, he knelt on the edge of the bed with his hands lying on the edge of the bed. His lower body was empty, only covered by a long shirt. This posture made Morris feel extremely ashamed.

Worried about Morris' knees, Han Jing brought a pillow, and just as he padded it, he saw Morris suddenly change color, lowered his head, and refused to let himself see, but his hands were tightly supporting the side of the bed, and his whole body was tense.

"Take a deep breath, Morris."

"Relax, relax..."

"Don't try to resist..."

A gentle voice murmured in his ear, and Morris was agitated by the pain. He didn't resist and relaxed, how could it be possible! ?The sharp pain in the abdomen became more and more intense, and there was even a kind of trance, as if catching up with the torture of miscarriage signs!

Refusing to groan in pain like a woman, Morris was in excruciating pain. He leaned his head against the bedside, grasped the bedpost with his right hand, and clenched it tightly. His bones turned white, and his fingertips were dripping with cold sweat.

Fearing that Morris's waist would be heavy and uncomfortable, Han Jing gently supported Morris's round and tight stomach, and kept massaging Morris's back.

Seeing Morris lower his head again and again, stubborn to the bone, but refused to groan, Han Jing was in pain, wishing to share the suffering, but he could do nothing.

At first, he was still worried about the child, occasionally distracted, and asked about his inner worries, but gradually, Morris' breathing became chaotic and heavy, cold sweat dripped down his handsome face, and his straight eyebrows could no longer be stretched.He bit his lip, holding back wave after wave of pain that became more and more intense.Whenever he thinks it will be the ultimate pain, he will always be hit by the next wave of overwhelming pain, which makes people overwhelmed. The pain makes Morris want to fall into Han Jing's arms, tossing and turning and moaning in pain.

"Marco?"

"Is he coming?" Morris became more and more anxious, raised his perfect chin, and cold sweat immediately ran down the curve of his shoulders and neck, soaking his already soaked long shirt.

"Come on, please bear with me." Faced with frequent questioning, Han Jing felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart, so he could only gently coax him, hugged his heavy body from the side, and helped Morris borrow strength, only feeling the person in his arms Trembling again, even slowly sliding down.

Han Jinghuan passed his hand and quickly hugged Morris, who was in torment again. The other hand just supported his round and tight stomach, very gently, but Morris was being tortured by a wave of intense labor pains he had never experienced before, like a hard iron stone It was roasted red, and the flesh was grinding on the narrow pelvis, and the pain was so painful that it collapsed.

He finally lost his voice unbearably: "Ah...don't!"

"Don't...uh!" Morris bit his lip violently again, cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead, and his right hand, which was tightly grasping the bedpost, trembled with pain.

Frightened by Morris' fierce reaction, Han Jing didn't dare to touch his tight and hard stomach again, as if it was full of gunpowder, as long as he touched it, Morris would be in great pain.He was as anxious as an ant on a frying pan, and the back massage could no longer relieve Morris, who was in more and more pain. At this moment, the long-awaited phone finally rang.

"Marco is here! Don't be afraid!" After hastily hanging up the phone, Gao Xuan's heart finally settled down a little. Han Jing helped Morris wipe off the cold sweat on his shoulders and neck, "Don't worry, it will pass soon."

"I'll help you lie on the bed for a while, and I'll be right back."

"I... seem to have no strength..." Morris hugged his stomach, and was surprised that he was so weak that he couldn't stand up. Even in the gap, his pelvis was still sore.

"I'll make some ginseng soup for you later, don't worry, with Marco here, everything will be smooth." Han Jing was gentle and relieved, hugged Morris hard, and found that Morris had consumed a lot in just three hours physical strength.Morris, who had never attended a training class for pregnant women, didn't know how to save effort at all. Han Jing suddenly regretted that he was too spoiled and let Morris suffer now?

"Take a good rest, I'll be right there." Helping Morris lie back on the bed, Han Jing kissed his blood-stained lips, feeling very distressed.

As soon as Han Jing left, Morris hugged his tight stomach again, tossing and turning on the bed, dripping with cold sweat, trying to relieve the pain in this futile way.

It hurt so much, it was more painful than any injury, even the pain when the miscarriage was a sign.That time, my consciousness was a little fuzzy, unlike this time, while the pain was unbearable, my consciousness was extremely clear!No tiredness at all!Every labor pain seems to be infinitely magnified, clearly transmitted to every inch of nerve, and there is no way to escape.It's as if the laziness and fatigue before, and the daily lethargy are all preparations for the current torture! ?

Maurice suddenly felt vulnerable, and facing another wave of intense pain, he clenched the quilt tightly and threw his head back forcefully, unable to bear it any longer.

"Uh... ah..."

Han Jing had just gone upstairs when he heard Morris moaning, his heart tightened, and he rushed back to the bedroom.

"Morris!?" He hugged the man in great pain. Morris was in severe pain. Without thinking about it, he instinctively grasped Han Jing's hand tightly and exerted all his strength to relieve the pain that could not be vented.

"How is he!?" Han Jing asked anxiously.

Marco bent Morris's legs, checked the birth canal, and there was a gloomy look in his lake green eyes.There was no blood, or the signs of amniotic fluid that should appear during childbirth. The place was very clean, but it was obviously opened, and there were six fingers! ?

Like Han Jing, Marco couldn't explain the situation in front of him, but listening to the baby's fetal heart rate and various delivery equipment checks, Morris was definitely about to give birth, and the baby had already entered the pelvis.

Could it be because it is flawless...?

But... things seem to be going well for Morris...

"It's better than I expected. It has reached six fingers." Marco breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes calm, and he comforted Morris in the gap, "When did you start hurting? Don't hide it from me, it's very important."

Letting go of Han Jing's hand, Morris broke out in a cold sweat: "In the afternoon...at two o'clock...I thought it was my tire gas..."

"Why didn't you tell me!?" Han Jing hugged the person in his arms in pain, really wanting to beat himself up.

"I thought it would be good to just bear it... Uh!" Grabbing Han Jing's hand tightly, his bones turned white, Morris tensed up in pain again, and beads of sweat slid off his forehead one by one.

"You hug him from behind and let him sit up, which will help the baby come down." Marco prepared various instruments to test the fetal heart rate, Morris' contractions, and pain detectors.

"Don't worry, I think the baby will be born safely before dawn." Seeing Morris' anxiety, Marco tried to comfort him, "You are doing well. Three hours ago, when Han Jing called me , You only opened three fingers. Now you have six fingers, which is much smoother than usual first childbirth! Be patient, and when you get eight fingers, you can use your strength."

Marco hid the worry in his heart, six fingers, why did the amniotic fluid not break?Looking at the numbers on the pain tester again, my heart took a deep breath!You must know that the top pain index of human beings is only 90 points for childbirth or the late stage of cancer, and the pain index for internal organ rupture is only 65 points, while Morris actually stops at the extreme left limit, 120 points!It is the limit pain index. Even if the inferred pain exceeds 120 points, the pain meter can only stop at the limit test range, 120 points.

Morris could stand it! ?

What kind of pain can reach the legendary limit index! ?

The legendary flawless...?

Seeing Morris who endured the pain again and again and was in a panic, Marco's heart sank like lead water, but he couldn't show the slightest bit on his face.If it wasn't for Morris's pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure... Even during childbirth, all the data were still perfect in the legend, and Morris's mind was very clear, otherwise, Marco would probably ignore Morris's insistence and transfer it to Hospital.

"It hurts... Phoo... Uh..."

"It hurts...well...Han Jing..."

"Help me... Han Jing... ah..." Unable to tangle with the shame of posture, the so-called self-esteem, Morris dropped everything, and became collapsed in the labor pains again and again, holding Han Jing tightly His hand kept bowing and falling heavily, sobbing heart-piercingly, trying to get rid of the never-ending torture.

Why can't you survive! ?Morris fell limply in Han Jing's arms, gasping for breath, and the sapphire eyes were blurred by tears. Marco said that as long as you use your strength, the baby will come out. Why have you worked hard for so long, but there is no progress at all except for the severe pain with almost no leisure time! ?

"Ah!" Morris struggled in pain again, clutching Han Jing's hand, tossing and turning, subconsciously trying to escape Marco's torture.

Marco helped Morris, who was in labor pain, rub his round and stiff stomach again and again. The baby entered the birth canal, and it was the last critical moment.

"Hold on, Morris!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm always here!" Han Jing hugged his sweaty body, and kissed his heartbroken face on his painful face.At some point, salty bitterness appeared on the corner of his lips. It wasn't Morris' cold sweat, but his own tears, which flowed unconsciously from his sour eye sockets.

He wanted to wipe away the tears, but he couldn't wipe them away. Looking at the person in his arms, Morris, who was like the flower of the high mountain, was tortured like this at this moment, sobbing and struggling again and again.

Unable to blur his vision, Han Jing choked with sobs, and held Morris's hand tightly. The wedding rings of each other were painfully clasped between the tightly clasped fingers, as if they could share the pain of leaving Morris.

"Turn harder, Morris!"

"The baby will be out soon!"

"Strong! Morris!"

The anxious voice was in a trance in the ear, and he had been extremely awake. Morris, who was struggling, suddenly raised his jaw, and the pain stopped in shock!It was as if the flesh and blood in the body, and even the soul, were torn apart by the sharp blade in an instant!The accumulated pain was like a flood breaking a bank, tearing his iron will to pieces, and he suddenly felt scared, afraid that he would not be able to survive!

With a flawless body and super healing ability, how could it be possible to give birth to such a big child! ?

Could it be... this is the legendary deadly...?

The more perfect... the more deadly...

"Morris!?" Seeing the person in his arms, he suddenly lost consciousness within a few seconds. His struggling body was like a kite with a broken string. green eyes.

Han Jing panicked and hugged Morris tightly, not even hearing Marco's voice of joy.

"Marco! Come and take a look!" Han Jing was so anxious that he focused all his attention on the man in his arms.

"He's fine." Marco frowned, checked Morris who was in a coma, and after reading the data on various testers, Fang heaved a sigh of relief, "It should be too tired, let him sleep for a while."

"Han Jing, this is your daughter." Marco carried the child over without the expected joy.

It was only then that Han Jing realized that he had just hugged the child with both hands, and he was stunned for a moment, his heart was full of joy but indescribably complicated.

Their daughter, the child born by Morris after a night of torment, was just born, and she was as cute as a jade carving.The eyebrows, as well as the contours of the facial features, are very similar to Morris, and the mouth and nose have inherited their own shadows.Han Jing gave birth to a father's love at a glance, and carefully hugged her, this child who is different from ordinary people.

Her hair was gray and her eyes... turned out to be a rare dark amber...