Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

"My baby, Mommy’s good little girl."

"My daughter’s little face is so beautiful."

Celeste Grant gazed at her daughter, her eyes filled with unconcealable adoration and love. She gently placed a hand beside the swaddled infant, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek against her daughter’s hair. "Mommy’s little sweetheart, so pretty, so cute. Kisses."

"Hehe." She glanced at Javier Sinclair and said, "She’s so beautiful. You can tell she looks just like me. Of course she does, I gave birth to her."

All parents in the world think their children are perfect in every way, beautiful from any angle.

Javier Sinclair glanced at his daughter, then turned his gaze to Celeste Grant’s face.

He nodded in agreement.

’Although our daughter was just born and her features haven’t fully developed, you can definitely see that her eyes and brows look just like her mother’s. The resemblance will surely be even clearer when she grows up.’ Thinking this, he said aloud, "Her eyes and brows look like yours."

Celeste Grant smiled.

"See? I told you she looks like me."

After she spoke, his gaze softened as he looked at her and said softly, "It’s good that she looks like you. Then our daughter will grow up to be just as beautiful as you are."

Celeste Grant smiled, winked at him, and said, "My dear husband, I’ll give you that. You have good taste."

"Mm." Javier Sinclair took her hand with a perfectly serious expression. He said, "My taste has always been excellent. Otherwise, how would I have ended up with such a beautiful wife?"

Hearing this, Celeste Grant chuckled and said, "Javier Sinclair, you’ve gotten slick. Sweet talk just rolls off your tongue now."

He said in a low voice, "It’s the truth."

Her gaze fell on Javier Sinclair, who couldn’t stop staring at their daughter. He was clearly desperate to hold the baby. Realizing this, Celeste Grant said, "You can hold her. If you hold her more often, she’ll get used to your scent. Don’t be afraid to hold her just because she’s so small. It’s just like when you used to hold our son."

He really did want to hold her.

Hearing her words, Javier Sinclair nodded slightly.

He remembered when their firstborn son came into the world. Back then, looking at his swaddled son, Javier Sinclair had also been stiff and clumsy, holding him with extreme care.

So much time had passed.

Their son was already grown.

Now, he was a father again.

And to the little daughter he had yearned for.

It had probably been too long since he had held such a tiny baby, so deep down he was afraid his movements would be clumsy and he might hurt her.

Javier Sinclair reached out and lifted his daughter into his arms. With his daughter finally in his embrace, Javier Sinclair broke into a happy, foolish grin.

"She’s so cute."

"I’m your Daddy."

"My daughter."

As he was murmuring to her, he saw the daughter in his arms move her little fingers and then open her eyes. Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were bright and beautiful. If you looked closely into her dark pupils, you could see a hint of gold flowing within, faint and fleeting.

He held his daughter, his gaze fixed on that trace of gold in her eyes.

He said, "This child has inherited my Original Divine Power."

Celeste Grant saw it too. Her daughter’s eyes were shifting between black and that hint of gold. They were just like Javier Sinclair’s.

"It’s good that she’ll have great power. When she’s older and out in the world, she’ll be able to protect herself. After all, we can’t stay by her side forever."

Javier Sinclair deeply agreed with her.

He believed a daughter needed formidable strength even more than a son, so she could protect herself and avoid being bullied when she went out into the world. Of course, as long as he was around, no one would dare bully his daughter. But, just as Celeste Grant had said, children eventually grow up. If the day came when she wanted to leave their protection and venture out on her own, how could she possibly manage without possessing great power?

At this thought, he said, "I will teach our daughter Cultivation in the future. She has the purest Demon God Body, which is suited for cultivating the Divine Path."

Celeste Grant had no objection to his words. When it came to Cultivation, Javier Sinclair had lived for so long as the Demon God; he would certainly know what was best for their child. So, she didn’t need to worry about the Cultivation part. She would just trust him.

She gave a slight smile.

"Alright. Then I’ll have to trouble you with that in the future."

Javier Sinclair glanced at her and said, "She is my daughter." Of course, he wanted to give her the very best of everything.

He held his daughter with one arm.

Looking at the faint, fleeting gold in his daughter’s eyes, he raised his other hand and gently waved it in front of the baby’s face. The next moment, his daughter’s eyes returned to normal.

He looked down at his daughter.

He murmured.

"Elise, is that your name?"

"Elise Sinclair."

"I’m your Daddy."

As he was cooing to his daughter,

The baby in his arms pursed her lips and then burst into tears.

"WAAAH..."

"WAAAH..."

Seeing his daughter cry,

Javier Sinclair, who was sitting by the bed, froze. His body went rigid. He looked helplessly at Celeste Grant beside him. "She—she’s crying. Does she not like the name?"

He had picked this name for his daughter fifteen thousand years ago. He thought it suited her perfectly.

He cooed gently.

"Don’t cry."

"Daddy’s good girl, if you don’t like it, Daddy will pick another one for you."

Celeste Grant started laughing.

She said softly, "The name Elise is beautiful. Our daughter will be called that; no need to change it. Besides, she was just born, what does she know? She’s crying because she’s hungry."

Javier Sinclair seemed to finally realize. He said, "Right. Newborn babies need to drink milk."

As he spoke, his gaze subconsciously drifted to Celeste Grant’s chest.

Celeste Grant blushed and covered herself with her hand, embarrassed. "Don’t look. There’s nothing yet."

Javier Sinclair averted his gaze.

But the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He called out.

"Someone, bring the prepared Spiritual Beast Milk."

Soon, Pip, the maidservant attending to Celeste Grant, brought over a bottle filled with fresh Spiritual Beast Milk. "The Exalted One, allow me to feed the little Princess."

"Give it to me."

Javier Sinclair reached out and took it.

The milk was still warm.

He placed the bottle at his daughter’s mouth, and she immediately latched on. Babies know how to eat the moment they’re born; it’s an innate instinct. A newborn couldn’t eat much. He felt his daughter had only had a little before she fell asleep again.

Seeing that her mouth had stopped moving,

Javier Sinclair said in a low voice, "She drank a little milk and fell asleep again."

Celeste Grant hummed in agreement.

"Newborns are like that. They spend most of their time sleeping."

He held his daughter for a moment longer, then placed the baby beside Celeste Grant.

Looking at the mother and daughter, one big and one small, before him, Javier Sinclair’s heart was filled with immense satisfaction.

"Hiss..."

Celeste Grant suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen and couldn’t help but let out a soft groan.

Javier Sinclair grabbed her hand and quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"

She waved her hand.

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing. I just feel some abdominal pain, but it’s normal. It’s like this after giving birth. It’ll be fine in a few days."

After Celeste Grant gave birth, the Magic that Javier Sinclair had used to take on her pain was automatically dispelled. So, it was normal for her to be able to feel the abdominal pain now.