Gu Huaijin quietly massaged Song Zhi's calves for a while. He looked at the time and saw that it was already late. He asked gently, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll prepare it for you."

Song Zhi shook his head and said, "No, go to sleep."

Song Zhi felt a little embarrassed for waking him up so late, but she felt more aggrieved. She didn't know why. For a moment, she felt that she was being extremely sentimental. She had never been like this before. She had never been so depressed before.

Gu Huaijin nodded and gently kissed Song Zhi's forehead: "Okay, be sure to wake me up if you feel uncomfortable."

Song Zhi's belly was getting bigger day by day, and Gu Huaijin was frightened just looking at it, but he couldn't show his worry or fear now, otherwise she would only become more anxious.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Song Zhi speak, Gu Huaijin noticed the strange mood of the person next to him and said worriedly: "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

But after waiting for a few minutes without seeing anyone answer, Gu Huaijin became anxious, but he still patiently asked, "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me. Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Zhi shook her head. During the silent period, Gu Huaijin had been standing beside her, looking at her with eyes full of worry.

"I feel a little uncomfortable." Song Zhi said aggrievedly while lying on the bed.

Gu Huaijin didn't know what was going on and thought she was not feeling well. His face was full of anxiety and he almost picked her up and rushed to the infirmary.

"What exactly is wrong with you?"

"I don't know either, I just feel a tightness in my chest." Song Zhi felt a little aggrieved, and he couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable. As he spoke, he felt aggrieved again.

Song Zhi recalled her reactions during this period: the unexplained nausea and vomiting, the weakness and fatigue, and the tightness in her chest. Although these symptoms were common, they were an unprecedented discomfort for her.

Gu Huaijin looked at her for a moment, then lay down beside her, holding her in his arms and comforting her: "Didn't the doctor say that leg cramps are normal during pregnancy? If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me immediately. If I'm not at home, you can tell Mom. Don't think too much about it, and don't keep it in your heart. Be happy."

Although Gu Huaijin said this, he still planned to spend more time with her in the future, as she was in a very sensitive mood right now.

Song Zhi raised her head, pursed her lips, and a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. She took a deep breath, gently stroked her belly with her hand and said, "Hmm."

Gu Huaijin looked at her tenderly and patted her back, hoping to ease her mood. "These are not a big deal, don't overthink it."

Song Zhi nodded. She knew he was thinking about her. But sometimes, she couldn't control her thoughts.

Gu Huaijin gently stroked her cheek, with a soothing look in his eyes: "Zhizhi, don't be afraid."

Song Zhi bit his lip, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "You're right, I can't keep letting my imagination run wild."

Song Zhi gently held Gu Huaijin's hand and said, "Thank you."

Although Song Zhi didn't know what other men did when their wives were pregnant, she asked herself, from the time she became pregnant until now, Gu Huaijin had always indulged her, tolerated her little temper, and even tried his best to meet her needs.

Gu Huaijin hugged her tightly, his heart filled with happiness and sweetness. "Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

They held each other tightly, as if time had stood still for a moment. In this moment, their hearts were closely connected, and their love for each other filled the air.

Summer flew by, and the day of delivery drew nearer. Every day, Song Zhi could feel the changes in her body.

Her body gradually became bloated, and even tying her shoelaces became difficult for her, and she needed Gu Huaijin's help every time.

Song's mother used her free time to sew clothes for the children. It happened to be a sunny day today, and a bunch of colorful children's clothes were hanging out to dry in the yard.

Zhao Yun was bored and went to the next door for a stroll. He saw all kinds of children's clothes hanging in the yard and couldn't help but sigh, "Old sister, there are so many clothes."

Song's mother smiled and replied, "Take them out and air them while the weather's nice. Zhizhi's due date is around now, and we have the means now, so we naturally want to give the child the best. It's not like our time, where we had to patch things up for three years, new for three years, and then patch them up for another three years."

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with envy: "That's great! I can hold my grandson soon."

It was obvious to Song's mother that she was also looking forward to having a grandson. She smiled and said, "Sit down and bask in the sun."

Zhao Yun sat down and praised: "There are not many people like you who treat their daughters so well. You have been by her side since she became pregnant. Zhizhi is so lucky."

"While I can still take care of her, I will do my best. If you don't love your own daughter, who will?" Song's mother had no other intentions, she just said it casually.

Zhao Yun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. Qin Xue had been dragging it on year after year and still hadn't gotten married. She was neither too high nor too low. In two years, her husband Qin would retire, and it would be a problem where to assign her. She wanted to find a good marriage for her daughter while her husband Qin still had a decent job.

"Zhizhi's filial piety is really touching. Let's not talk about the one in our family." Zhao Yun had a headache just thinking about it. Besides, the child has grown up and has her own ideas. She doesn't listen to anything and just wants to find a suitable one. If you ask her, there is no such thing as suitable or not. Isn't marriage just about living together? If you can find someone with good conditions, don't find someone with bad conditions. Otherwise, she will have a hard time in the future. Isn't it all for her own good?

"Xiaoxue is also sensible. Xiaoyun, don't be ungrateful for what you have. I've seen Xiaoxue busying around at home several times. She just wants to do all the housework herself, isn't it just to make things easier for you? A sensible and filial child is better than anything else."

Zhao Yun couldn't listen to what he was saying in his heart, but he echoed what Song's mother said, "Yes, now I can only regard this as a blessing."

She then asked, "When is Zhizhi's due date?"

"It's only been these few days. The doctor said it will be the end of this month. I've been very anxious these past few days."

"You can't panic about this matter. These two young people don't know anything and still need you to preside over them." Zhao Yun advised.

"I'm anxious. I'm looking at Zhizhi now and I dare not even glance at her. But she herself is very calm."

"Giving birth to a child for the first time is better than living in fear every day. I think she is blessed."

As the two were talking, it was already evening. Zhao Yun hurried back to cook, and Song's mother didn't stay long.

"Zhizhi, stop reading. It's getting dark, come out for a walk." Song's mother shouted from the kitchen.

"I'll finish this problem right away." Song Zhi agreed from inside the house, but he didn't move at all.

After dinner in the evening, Gu Huaijin took Song Zhi out for a walk as usual. This has become their daily habit since Song Zhi became pregnant.

The streets were relatively quiet at night, and the breeze gently brushed against their cheeks, bringing them a hint of coolness.

"I'll take you to the hospital to give birth tomorrow. I'm worried about you staying at home." Gu Huaijin stopped and looked at Song Zhi and said.

The day of delivery was getting closer and closer, and he knew very well how important Song Zhi and this upcoming life were to him. He didn't want to take any risks, so it would be more reassuring for him to go to the hospital as soon as possible.