Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Celeste Grant glanced at them. "I’m alright," she said, "but there’s a dull ache in my stomach. I think I’m going into labor."

’It wasn’t a ’think’ so much as a certainty.’ She’d given birth once before; there was no mistaking the feeling.

"She’s going into labor."

Hearing this, Pip’s expression grew tense. She hurried out and shouted.

"Someone, the Lady is in labor!"

"Send someone to inform the elders."

"Oh, right! Have someone inform The Exalted One!"

The words had barely left her lips when she felt a gust of wind rush past. Looking up, she saw the figure of The Exalted One, clad in black robes, already standing inside the bedchamber.

"Greetings, Exalted One."

"This is no time for formalities! The Lady is what’s important. Do what you need to do. Quickly!"

"Yes, Exalted One."

In the time it took to speak, Javier Sinclair was already by Celeste Grant’s side. He sat down and took her hand. "My wife, how are you feeling? Is it very painful?"

Before Celeste Grant could answer, he blurted out, sweat beading on his forehead, "It’s alright, don’t be nervous. Celeste Grant, I’ll be right here with you."

Glancing at him, Celeste Grant said softly, "I’m not nervous."

He gripped her hand with a serious expression and leaned closer. "Celeste, don’t pretend to be strong. I’m here, don’t be afraid."

’Was I pretending to be strong? No, I really wasn’t.’

Celeste Grant lifted her gaze to the man beside her, her eyes sweeping over his sweaty forehead. ’So, who’s the nervous one here? Isn’t it obvious?’

’She was the one giving birth. Why did this man look more nervous than she felt?’

Seeing him sweating with nervousness, Celeste Grant squeezed his hand back. She smiled slightly and reached out to touch his cheek. "I know. I feel safe and unafraid with you here."

Meeting his worried expression, Celeste Grant smiled and said softly, "I’m not afraid, so you don’t need to be nervous either."

Hearing her voice,

he nodded slightly.

"Mm."

’So, what was I supposed to be doing again?’

’I’d clearly prepared for everything.’

’I thought that when she went into labor, I would handle everything perfectly. But right now, why is my forehead sweating and my mind a complete blank?’

’He remembered when she gave birth to their son. The labor had been long, the pain had been long, and that little rascal just wouldn’t come out. Her voice had grown weaker and weaker, devoid of strength. Would it be the same this time?’

He found his voice again. "My wife, if it hurts, you can bite me. I’m tough. I can take it."

Celeste Grant nodded. "Don’t worry, Archfiend."

He nodded hastily.

As they spoke,

Celeste Grant couldn’t help but frown slightly.

’The pain is getting worse.’

"It hurts..."

The moment she spoke,

Javier Sinclair’s heart clenched.

Soon, the Third Elder came in with the midwives.

The Third Elder glanced at Javier Sinclair, who was still standing by the bed.

She glanced at Celeste Grant, who was clearly in great pain, then looked back at The Exalted One. "Exalted One," she said quietly, "perhaps you should wait outside? I will handle things here."

’She was mercilessly trying to kick me out.’

Hearing this, Javier Sinclair refused. "Absolutely not. I’m waiting right here. You can all just pretend I don’t exist."

The corner of the Third Elder’s mouth twitched.

’Such a large man. How are we supposed to pretend he doesn’t exist?’

’It’s not a question of whether he’s here or not. His presence is stressful. It’ll affect the midwives’ ability to do their job.’

Javier Sinclair seemed to notice this as well. As his gaze swept over the midwives, they hastily bowed their heads, looking one step away from kowtowing. ’Am I really that terrifying?’

’The mother of my child is what’s most important.’

"I’ll go outside. Take good care of her."

"Call me if anything happens."

Pip and the others had already helped Celeste Grant lie down. Javier Sinclair walked forward and held her hand.

Celeste Grant waved her hand.

"You should go outside for now."

She smiled.

"Waiting right outside the door is the same thing. I’ll be able to sense you."

He didn’t want to go.

But he was mercilessly pushed out by the Third Elder.

The door closed.

Javier Sinclair’s heart leaped into his throat.

He pressed his hands against the door, his voice carrying through it. "Celeste, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Call out to me if anything happens."

His nervous and worried voice reached Celeste Grant’s ears clearly.

A voice came from inside.

"Wait."

By now, a crowd had gathered outside.

It was late at night, and all the elders and protectors of the Demonic Domain were waiting outside. The scene reminded Javier Sinclair of when Celeste Grant gave birth to their son in the Lower Realm. He had waited just like this back then. Now, becoming a father for the second time, he was still waiting. But unlike his calm demeanor back then, his entire heart was now with her inside that room, and the simple act of waiting filled him with panic.

Seeing The Exalted One had been kicked out, the First Elder leading the group stepped forward. "Exalted One, what is the situation inside? Is the Lady alright?"

Javier Sinclair’s worried gaze swept over them, but he still managed to reply, "She’s alright for now."

Another elder offered some comfort. "Please rest easy, Exalted One. The Lady is in excellent health. There won’t be any problems with this child. All we can do now is wait."

It was still raining outside.

Celeste Grant’s voice could be heard from inside the room.

It started as soft cries of pain, which soon grew into pained shouts.

The elders standing outside the room looked tense, their eyes fixed on the door. They seemed even more anxious than Javier Sinclair, the actual father-to-be.

The First Elder wrung his hands, pacing back and forth and muttering under his breath, "Bless them, bless them. Mother and child must both be safe."

Javier Sinclair remained plastered to the door.

"Celeste."

"My wife, if it hurts, you can curse at me."

"I’m right here with you!"

「An hour passed.」

The sounds of pain from inside continued unabated.

"This can’t go on."

He turned to the elders, unable to bear it any longer. "Elders, is there any way to lessen my wife’s suffering?"

’What woman doesn’t feel pain when giving birth? And it’s not like anyone can take her place!’

At this moment, the Fourth Elder raised her hand and said, "Exalted One, I think there actually is something. Wait a moment, let me look."

After a while, the Fourth Elder took out a dilapidated ancient book. She flipped through it. "I found it, it’s just..."

"It’s just what?"

She handed the tattered ancient book to him. "Exalted One, you should see for yourself."

Javier Sinclair took it and glanced at it.

It described a form of magic that could indeed transfer the pain of childbirth from a wife to her husband, leaving her with only a fraction of the agony.

’Something this good actually exists?’

"This will work."

Such magic did exist in the Cultivation World, but most people would never bother to learn it. As a result, very few cultivators even knew of its existence.

"AHH..."

"It’s killing me!"

Celeste Grant’s voice cried out from the room.

Javier Sinclair’s hand trembled.

’I’ll learn it. I’ll learn it right now.’

’The mother of my child is so afraid of pain. I can’t bear to see her suffer.’

He stared at the page, memorizing the magic. He circulated his cultivation, performing the steps as described. In an instant, he lifted a finger, and a ring of runes materialized above it.

The magic was cast.

He waved his hand.

The ring of runes on his finger shot through the door and into Celeste Grant’s body. He had activated the transfer magic, taking her pain for himself.

The next moment, a gut-wrenching pain swept over him.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

But a smile touched his eyes.

He braced a hand against the doorframe, his voice a low whisper. "My wife, just focus on giving birth. I’ll feel the pain for you."