The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride

Vera clung tightly to Patrick's shirt in the dead of night, refusing to let him leave her side. She lay on the hospital gurney, her knuckles white with fear. "Honey, I'm scared. I don't want to give birth. I'm terrified."

Patrick held her hand as he ran alongside the doctors.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll stay with you, always," Patrick reassured her, holding her cold hands.

The nurse was about to push Vera into the delivery room, but Vera held onto Patrick's shirt. "Honey, come in with me."

"Okay, I'll change and go in with you."

The nurse leaned over Vera, comforting her and trying to get her to release Patrick's shirt.

"Mrs. Olteran, you need to let go of Patrick's shirt so he can change. Be good and let go."

Vera's eyes were red from crying. She had known all along that she would be a mess on the day of delivery.

"Vera." Molly, who was dressed in pajamas, rushed over to hold Vera's hand, her shoes nearly falling off in her haste when she heard Vera was in labor.

"It's okay, really. Don't be scared," Molly stammered, Sebastian following behind her, also in pajamas.

They had stayed at the hospital that night to accompany Ellie.

Molly kept saying it was okay, but she was also so nervous that she didn't know what to do.

Molly told the doctor, "I'll go in with her."

The doctor replied, "Only one person can go in. You stay outside and inform the family. Mr. Olteran, you need to go in. Mrs. Olteran needs you." Patrick nodded, gave Molly some instructions, and then pushed the gurney into the delivery room with Vera.

Molly nervously bit her fingers, and Sebastian quickly stopped her.

"Call the family."

Molly sighed. "Sebastian, I forgot my phone."

Sebastian handed his phone to Molly. She only remembered Shawn and Randall's numbers.

After dialing, she realized that Randall's number was also in Sebastian's contacts. Feeling foolish, she called Randall. "Randall, hurry to the hospital. Vera is in labor."

At the Olteran family Manor, Randall grabbed his phone and banged on the others' bedroom doors. "Mom, Dad, hurry to the hospital. Susan, wake up. Grandpa, Vera is in labor."

On the way there, Shawn contacted the Linister family. They hadn't gone to bed yet, and when they received the call, they rushed to the hospital.

Within half an hour, everyone had gathered at the hospital.

"How long has she been in there?" Shawn asked Molly, who was at the door.

Molly hadn't kept track of the time, so Sebastian answered for her. "Over twenty minutes."

"Where's Patrick? His wife is in labor, where the hell is he?" Shawn demanded angrily when he didn't see Patrick.

Molly pointed to the delivery room door. "Vera was scared, so Patrick went in with her."

Shawn calmed down. "It's good that Patrick is with her."

Noah clasped his hands tightly, fingers interlocked, fervently praying.

He then raised his hands to his forehead, offering prayers for Vera and the safe arrival of his nephew.

Warren was also anxious, rubbing his hands together and pacing back and forth.

Randall's eyes darted between the door and his watch, the ticking seconds dragging on.

In one minute, Randall checked the time five times.

Susan saw that Randall was worried, so she, silently held his hand, her eyes fixed on him. "Randall, Vera will be fine."

Susan's gentle words calmed his anxiety.

Outside the delivery room, everyone waited expectantly for the door to open.

In her hospital room, Ellie called Molly. "Has Vera given birth yet?"

"Not yet, Mom. She's been in there for an hour."

Inside the delivery room, Vera screamed in pain, her cries unheard outside, known only to Patrick. "Honey, I'm exhausted. I can't do this anymore." Patrick, hearing Vera's cries of pain, held her hand to his face, wiping her sweat. "Hang on. Once the baby's born, we won't have any more kids." Vera cried out in pain. "If we don't have more kids, will you write my thesis for me?"

Patrick replied, "Yes. I'll do anything you want, okay?"

The medical staff were accustomed to childbirth scenes and weren't nervous at all. Instead, they laughed at Vera's tearful words. Patrick's wife was quite amusing.

It was the first time the medical staff had seen a wife threaten her husband to write her thesis during childbirth.

Vera took a deep breath.

The doctor pressed on Vera's belly. "Push a bit more, the baby's almost out."

Vera gripped Patrick's arm, her face contorted in pain. "I'm using all the strength I have."

"Don't talk, save your energy," the doctor advised Vera.

Vera replied, "If I don't talk, I'll be scared."

Patrick, who was also nervous and sweating, never took his eyes off Vera.

"Honey, the baby is too much. I'm really exhausted!" Vera gritted her teeth, pushing and talking at the same time. "Almost there, the head is coming out."

Vera screamed in agony.

Patrick's arm was covered in nail marks, some even bleeding from Vera's grip. He tried to stay calm, knowing he couldn't panic.

If he panicked, Vera would be even more scared.

Patrick suppressed his worry and comforted Vera. "When he's born, I'll give him a good spanking, okay?"

"Okay, no food, no drinks, no clothes, no sleep, no cuddles."

The doctor said, "Don't scare the baby. Push harder."

Vera closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pushed again. "Come out already!"

Outside the delivery room, everyone looked serious.

Inside, Vera's mind went blank.

Suddenly, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, followed by the doctor's voice. "It's a boy."

Vera felt a wave of relief wash over her, her tension melting away like a deflating balloon.

Patrick finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hugged Vera, whispering in her ear, "Vera, I love you."

Vera, weak, said, "Honey, giving birth really hurts. You have to love me forever, and I'll always love you too."

Patrick lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and made a promise to her.

The doctor swaddled the baby and placed him next to Vera, letting her see her child.

Vera turned her head to look at her child. "He's so ugly."

The doctor and nurse remained silent.

Patrick looked at the baby too and said, "He really is ugly."