The next morning, people rushed to the hospital wing after breakfast. Nobody blocked them this time. Thank goodness!
The delivery room had been transformed into a large comfy bedroom overnight (with all the necessary state-of-the art medical equipment, of course).
When Grandpa and the others entered, they saw Jennie in bed cradling a tiny infant in her arms. She was radiating joy, gentleness and motherly aura. She greeted them with a bright and beautiful smile.
"Eh, would you look at that?" Grandpa adjusted his booming voice to avoid startling the baby.
He was the first one to take the baby from Jennie and carefully carry the little one in his arms.
"Hello there, little lad," Grandpa cooed. "I'm your Great-Grandpa. Look at these tiny hands and feet! Those little eyes, nose and mouth! You are the cutest baby that this old man has ever seen in my long life! Aren't I right, Sister?"
Grandma peeked at the small bundle of joy. "You're right, Brother Jian. Indeed, our great-grandson is the cutest."
Chitthip squeezed closer. Her eyes immediately watered as soon as she saw her grandson. "So cute."
The others crowded around the baby. Each of them were fighting to be the next one to hold the little one.
"Where's Lisa?" Jisoo asked.
"With our other son," Jennie whispered.
Jisoo nodded and clamped her mouth shut while looking nervously at the others. She sighed of relief when nobody noticed their conversation. The others were too busy doting on the baby.
"How are you feeling?" Jiyong asked Jennie next.
"Like something many times bigger than my husband's penis crawled out of my vagina."
Jisoo turned red while Jiyong scowled at his overly straightforward sister.
Jennie shrugged. "Well, it's true." Then she sighed and decided to tell the truth. "It was the worst pain that I've ever experienced. But I survived."
Jisoo shuddered and subconsciously touched her swollen belly. Jiyong hugged her. She immediately felt better in his embrace.
"I'm glad that you're fine," he told Jennie.
"Yes, I'm also glad that you're fine, little sister," Jisoo said as well.
"Thanks, Big Brother and Big Sister."
Jisoo peeked at the baby being carried by Chitthip this time.
"The baby looks like you, little sister," she commented.
Jennie only smiled but didn't reply.
"Which part of that ugly thing looks like my sister?" Jiyong asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone hit him hard in the back a few times.
"You stinky boy! How dare you call your adorable nephew an ugly thing?! Did your brain become filled with nothing but poop? Tell me, I want to know!!! See how this old man smack you until you learn your bloody lesson!!!"
Jennie stopped mid-nod. Actually, she agreed with her brother but it seemed that the others didn't think the same way. All she could hear around her was nonstop praises about how cute and adorable her baby looked.
Even Jisoo looked offended at what Jiyong said just now. She even apologized to Jennie on his behalf.
"Alright, that's enough," Grandma said. "Don't be so loud, Brother Jian, or you'll scare our great-grandson."
"Hmph!" Grandpa gave Jiyong another smack before returning to coo at the new love of his life, his great-grandson.
Finally, Lisa arrived.
"Son, you're back!" Chitthip couldn't hide her joy and excitement. "Look at my grandson! He's the most precious and adora—?!"
Everyone turned their heads after Chitthip's loud gasp.
"What in the bloody tarnation?!" Grandpa's eyes almost popped out of his head while his jaw fell wide open.
Grandma was now the one carrying the baby. She looked the calmest among those who didn't know the truth yet. It was as if she already knew everything beforehand.
"Oh. Oh! Oh!!!" Chitthip approached her son and looked at what he was carrying.
Lisa showed off his second human son to his mother with a proud expression.
This time, his mother burst into tears. Chitthip laughed while wiping her eyes.
"The two of you really got us good!" She pretended to glare at her son and daughter-in-law but couldn't stop the big grin from spreading across her face.
Lisa transferred his second son to his mother's arms.
"Oh, he looks exactly like you, son," Chitthip told him.
Grandma approached and stood beside her. They compared the infants in their arms.
"Fraternal twins?" she asked his grandson.
"Yes, Grandmother," Lisa replied.
Grandma's natural frosty aura warmed up several degrees. "What a beautiful pair of sons! These two are great blessings to our family."
Everyone agreed.
Jihoon and Jia finally got their chance to hold the two babies. Jihoon carried the eldest son while Jia held the second son.
"You're right," Jia told Chitthip. "This little one looks like his father."
"Right?" Chitthip was thrilled.
"And the other little one looks like Ruby," Jia said next.
Jihoon studied the infant in his arms. Indeed, the baby looked like his youngest daughter. But if someone were to ask him, he would say that the baby resembled his maternal grandmother more than his mother.
Although this baby resembled his ex-wife, Chaerin, he didn't allow it to tarnish his grandfatherly love for the little one. He loved both of his newborn grandsons regardless of who they looked like.
His thoughts were interrupted when the baby in his arms started crying. He started to panic because he had little experience in personally coaxing babies despite having four children of his own.
"Hon, bring Little Mochi for me to feed," Jennie said.
"En." Lisa took his eldest baby son from his father-in-law.
"Little Mochi?" Jiyong asked, frowning.
All of them had a bad premonition.
"Yes." Jennie received her eldest human son from her husband. "This is Little Mochi."
"Then what about the other one?"
"That's Little Matcha."
Chitthip sent Grandpa a desperate look. "Uncle, the names. Hurry."
Grandma sighed and shook her head.
Jennie blinked at their odd expressions. "What's wrong?"
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The Wife Is A Superstar 7
FanfictionA world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night. She is reborn into the body of Jennie Kim, a pop...