"Grace, the baby is unlucky. Dad passed away before he was born. Fortunately, there is Brian as his godfather. He can be as happy as a child born in a normal family in the future."
"Grace, you don't mind, do you?"
I looked at the baby sleeping soundly and lost my train of thought. I didn't hear a single word from Jessica.
He was soft and sticky, and the breath he exhaled was milky.
If my baby were still here, would he be like this too?
My vision blurred again.
I can't help but want to touch him, but he cries when I touch him gently.
Brian angrily came over and pushed me.
"Grace, no matter how jealous you are, you shouldn't hurt the baby."
"I am the baby's godfather, and you are also the baby's godmother. If you don't love him, it's fine. But you also bully him. You are really cruel!"
I was weak just after the miscarriage. I fell to the ground, and a tearing pain came from my lower abdomen. The pain was so intense that I didn't even have the strength to argue.
Perhaps feeling that he was a bit excessive, Brian was momentarily flustered.
He reached out his hand to me, but I pushed it away.
"I never wanted to be a godmother. I came today to divorce you."
Brian's attitude suddenly turned cold.