Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Javier Sinclair’s face was expressionless as he spoke, his demeanor quite grave.

As a wave of pain hit him, he merely narrowed his eyes, not making a sound. Only the hand hidden in the sleeve at his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

A searing pain twisted in his gut.

The pain came in waves.

’So this is how hard childbirth is for a woman,’ he thought. ’The mother of my child has truly suffered.’

「In the room.」

Celeste Grant’s pained cries gradually subsided. Javier Sinclair could feel her breathing slowly steady and return to normal. Now that the pain was transferred, all she had to do was wait to give birth.

Not hearing her cry out in pain anymore, Javier Sinclair felt a wave of relief. ’It’s all my fault. If I had known this kind of Magic existed, I would have learned it sooner. She wouldn’t have had to suffer for so long.’

「Standing outside the door.」

Javier Sinclair raised his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the closed door and into the room. His eyes fell upon Celeste Grant, who was lying on the bed. Her face was a little pale, and her forehead was beaded with cold sweat from the earlier agony. But now, she wasn’t crying out, and her breathing was stable.

He could finally relax.

’She’s afraid of pain.’

’And I can’t bear to see her suffer.’

Gazing at her through the door, Javier Sinclair spoke. "My wife, are you feeling better?"

"Celeste." Before Celeste Grant could respond, he spoke again. "Does it still hurt? I’ve transferred the pain to myself to ease your suffering. Just focus on giving birth. I’m right here at the door with you."

Javier Sinclair’s voice was deep and steady, without a single hitch or pause for breath. Aside from the worry for his wife that filled his tone, there was nothing else. It was as if he were simply standing at the door, waiting for his wife to give birth. After using the Magic to transfer Celeste Grant’s pain onto himself, he remained completely silent, as if he weren’t the one in agony.

「Inside the room.」

Hearing him speak, the Third Elder, the midwives, and the maidservants all exchanged astonished glances. As the realization dawned on them, they couldn’t help but marvel internally.

’This... If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, we would have never believed it. This man, cooing softly to his wife, taking her pain upon himself so she wouldn’t suffer... this is the Sovereign Lord of our Demonic Domain.’

At that moment, smiles appeared on the faces of the midwives, the maidservants, and the Third Elder. When they looked at Celeste Grant, their eyes held both envy and relief.

"The bond between the Lady and The Exalted One is so strong."

"Yes! For The Exalted One to be willing to bear the pain for the Lady... such tender devotion is truly rare."

Even the Third Elder smiled faintly and said, "The Lady’s good fortune is just beginning!"

’There are too many heartless men in this world; one who dotes on his wife like The Exalted One is a rare sight indeed. We only ever knew The Exalted One to be cold-blooded and merciless. We never imagined that after getting married, he would have such a gentle side.’

A smile appeared on Celeste Grant’s face.

"Yes, he is."

She turned her head slightly to look toward the door, her heart touched. ’His feelings for me have always been something to be proud of. Javier Sinclair’s love isn’t the kind expressed with empty, sweet words; he always shows me through his actions that he truly loves me.’

Celeste Grant knew the pain of childbirth. Now, she only felt a faint, dull ache. It could hardly be called pain anymore, and he was the one enduring it for her.

At this thought, Celeste Grant’s heart softened. She asked in a low voice, "Archfiend, does it hurt?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Javier Sinclair’s calm, low voice from outside the door. "It doesn’t hurt. Celeste, don’t talk. Save your strength for the birth."

’As if it doesn’t hurt!’

Celeste Grant acknowledged him.

"Okay."

Then she added, "Archfiend, this must be so hard on you."

His voice came again.

"Don’t be silly. You are my Taoist Companion. The child in your womb is my daughter. It’s only right that I bear this pain for you." Here, perhaps to keep her from worrying, he let out a soft chuckle and said, "I’m actually grateful I can take this pain for you this time. Otherwise, I can’t imagine how much you would have had to suffer."

Hearing him speak,

Celeste Grant quickly said, "You should stop talking for now."

He grunted in agreement.

"Mm."

Celeste Grant lay on the bed.

Although she could still feel a faint ache in her abdomen, it was very mild. She felt her whole body relax. All that was left was to wait for the baby to be born; it was just a matter of time.

Childbirth doesn’t happen the moment the pain starts; it all depends on the situation.

Some women have quick, smooth deliveries, and the baby is born after only half an hour or an hour of pain. For others, it takes much longer, with the pain lasting for four or five hours.

Celeste Grant lay on the bed, waiting.

Time trickled by. Night turned into the next day.

Her labor was taking a long time. However, she was only feeling a slight pain; the one truly suffering was Javier Sinclair, waiting by the door. She had originally thought that after an hour or two of pain, her daughter would be born. She never expected to wait an entire night, right until the sky began to brighten at dawn.

’Her child’s father is really suffering.’

’An entire night.’

’It’s already morning.’

Even Celeste Grant was starting to get anxious.

She rubbed her belly and couldn’t help but murmur, "Sweetheart, if you don’t come out soon, your father is going to die from the pain." Celeste Grant pushed herself up and looked toward the door. She called out, "Javier Sinclair, are you still okay?"

From last night until now, she was the one giving birth, but Javier Sinclair was the one who had been in pain the entire time.

Celeste Grant was afraid the pain would be too much for him to bear. Several times, she had told him to stop guarding the door and go rest in the side hall. But he refused to leave, insisting on staying with her. ’What a silly man.’

Her heart ached for him.

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but say, "My husband, can you still hold on? I feel like I’m about to give birth. Why don’t you use the Magic to switch it back? You’ve been in pain all night. Let me take it from here. I can handle it."

The moment her words fell,

His deep voice came from outside the door.

"Don’t overthink it. I’m perfectly fine."

"Celeste Grant, you just focus on giving birth! This little bit of pain, who do you take me for? If I, the great Sovereign Lord of the Demonic Domain, can’t even handle a little pain for my own Taoist Companion, how could I show my face if word got out? HISS... Just give birth, damn it."

’He truly is Old Fiend Sinclair,’ Celeste Grant thought, deeply impressed. Compared to the previous night, his voice was now clearly strained, but it was still calm and steady. He had truly not made a single sound all night.

Celeste Grant knew.

’At a time like this, he would never switch the pain back.’

Thinking of this, she said in a low voice, "Archfiend, just hold on a little longer."

"Mm."

He grunted in response.

「Outside, by the door.」

Javier Sinclair’s tall, slender figure still stood there, motionless. He was leaning against one side of the doorway, clutching the First Elder’s Magic Artifact in his other hand. For the entire night, his face had remained terrifyingly calm.