Comparing yourself to others will just drive you mad!
Why did Frederick Fairfax get to look so glamorous, while she was left looking weak and haggard?
Frederick Fairfax scooped up their daughter. “Is Mom mad at us?”
Why would she be? He’d checked himself over a dozen times—he looked drop-dead handsome!
“Let’s wait here for Mom, okay?”
“Sweetheart, you smell so nice, like fresh milk.”
“Dad’s going to give you a kiss!”
He really was the best!
Okay, maybe his technique wasn’t perfect, but his aim was spot on—one shot, one lovely daughter.
The little princess got a kiss from her dad right on her chubby cheek.
She seemed a bit annoyed by it, though.
Inside, Olivia Young stood at the mirror brushing her teeth, replaying Frederick Fairfax’s stylish look in her mind.
That scoundrel.
Why did he have to get all dressed up just to hang out at home?
Oh, right—for the photos.
Fine, then. Bring it on.
Frederick Fairfax stood at the doorway holding the baby, waiting. Half an hour went by, and Olivia Young still wasn't out.
“Baby, did Mom go back to bed?”
“Let’s go downstairs, then.”
Olivia Young had already said, under no circumstances were they to disturb her nap.
So Frederick Fairfax carried the little milk bundle downstairs.
“What the—!”
“Brother-in-law, you…”
Quentin Young gave him a thorough once-over. “You going out somewhere?”
“Nope.”
Why get dolled up if you weren't going out? Who was he trying to impress?
“Showing off in broad daylight, huh!” Quentin Young chuckled. “Don’t you dare bully my sister! She just gave birth, and even when she’s done with her recovery, she’ll have to go to the hospital for a checkup. Don’t be a beast, or I’ll never forgive you.”
“Your sister likes when I dress like this.”
“As long as you’re not hot.”
With the heat blasting in the house, keep that suit on and you’ll roast, Frederick Fairfax!
He hadn’t felt warm before, but now that Quentin Young said it, the suit was starting to feel a bit stuffy.
Just as he was debating taking off the jacket, noise drifted down from upstairs.
“Wow! Miss Young, you look stunning!”
Butler Lin shouted out his praise.
Frederick Fairfax and Quentin Young turned in unison.
Olivia Young appeared on the staircase in a silver, off-the-shoulder fishtail dress, her back draped in a flowing sky-blue gauze. She looked ethereal and gentle, like a fairy from heaven descending to earth.
Quentin Young was stunned.
But he was also the quickest on the uptake—he darted up the stairs from the other side, grabbing the hem of her gown. “Sis, let’s go.”
Frederick Fairfax couldn’t help but regret that Quentin Young was far more efficient at assisting Olivia Young than he was. Some habits just stick—he’d been her "loyal servant" since day one.
“Sis, are you heading to a gala or something?”
“It’s still morning. Isn’t it a little early for that?”
“Can you really go out so soon after giving birth?”
Questions swirled in Quentin Young’s head. “Wait, are you two going out together?”
“Not at all—I’m just dressed up for the photos.”
Olivia Young stood beside Frederick Fairfax and slipped her arm around his. With the baby in his arms, they formed a picture-perfect family of three.
“Photos! Nobody told me! I want to get dressed up, too!”
He was still in a white t-shirt and baggy shorts.
Compared to the gorgeously dressed couple, he looked like their luggage boy—not even up to the standard of their driver.
With a huff, Quentin Young ran upstairs to change.
Olivia Young smiled, making eyes at Frederick Fairfax. “So, how do we look for the pictures?”
“It’s a bit too formal, honestly.”
Olivia Young playfully snarked, “Well, who told you to show up in a suit and tie? Should I just pose with you in my pajamas?”
“Sure! That’s a whole vibe, too.”
“You’d really be okay with that?”
“Of course! However you want to shoot, darling, that’s what we’ll do!”
They quickly had breakfast, and right on time, the photographer arrived.
First, they took some family shots together.
Next up were couple photos.
Quentin Young stood at the side, cradling the baby. When would it be his turn? He’d already changed into fresh clothes!
After the couples’ shoot, the photographer swaddled the baby in various cute outfits for her solo pictures.
Quentin Young’s eyes started to glaze over. When was it going to be his turn with the baby?
Something was off.
He looked around—where had his sister gone?!
All he saw was a door swinging shut.
Out of sight, Frederick Fairfax had swept Olivia Young up in his arms. The sky-blue gauze trailed behind her as he carried her away.
Olivia Young leaned into his chest, one arm lazily looped around his neck. She’d only whispered to him, “My chest feels a bit tight,” before he whisked her away.
The baby was still so little—she would only drink a little at a time, so Olivia Young often suffered from engorgement. It was pretty uncomfortable.
She honestly felt tempted to wean the baby already.
It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford formula—her husband was more than capable of earning enough for all the milk powder their daughter could wish for.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“You wouldn’t understand…” Olivia Young pressed a hand to her chest with a sigh. “Maybe it’ll get better once the baby’s a bit older.”
When she eats more at each feeding, the discomfort should lessen.
Once they got to the master bedroom, Frederick Fairfax closed the door behind them and set her down on the sofa.
Olivia Young’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
Jerk! She’d just put that dress on!
She’d noticed it before—the man might not be good at much, but he sure had a knack for undressing her.
Even though they were married and already had a baby, Olivia Young still wasn’t used to his overly affectionate ways.
Biting her lip, she tried to keep herself from making a sound.
Which meant she had to swap her dress for a red one afterwards.
“You rascal!”
Olivia Young glared at him with those beautiful eyes.
“I’m just satisfying a psychological need.”
“That’s called being a pervert!”
Frederick Fairfax leaned in close. “Lily, you’re calling me a pervert for this—what about next time?”
“Next time what?”
Olivia Young edged away from him. “Behave yourself—I’m not into any weird stuff. I prefer…”
Facing his eager eyes, she deliberately trailed off.
“Come on, tell me!”
“Lily, tell me what you like. I’ll learn, so I won’t get on your bad side.”
“You should learn.” Truth be told, Olivia Young didn’t actually know what she liked.
Frederick Fairfax wasn’t lacking in the looks or physique department—he was, as they say, fully equipped.
“I’ll learn, I promise.”
“You ever watch those videos?”
“I…”
“Wanna watch together?”
“I…”
Frederick Fairfax pulled her into his arms. “Why watch? Wouldn’t it be better to try for ourselves and see what we like?”
Hmm… that actually made sense.
His thoughts seemed to sync with hers, and their lips met for a soft kiss.
Cuddled together in the closet, the two of them forgot all about their family photos until quite some time had passed.
Hand in hand, they finally made their way back to the nursery.
There, the photographer was still snapping shots of the baby.
Quentin Young, despondent, sat on a low stool with props piled in his arms. He lifted his lifeless eyes and groaned, “Sis, when is it my turn with the baby? I’ve been waiting so long I could sprout roots!”