Chapter 242 - Fit for a Scrooge (1/2)

The mother in question was not feeling well during their vacation on her private island. Her stomach had been cramped since morning and her husband panicked because the mother was pregnant, and he was afraid that something was happening with his wife's pregnancy. Fortunately, he himself was a doctor and could easily check her condition.

”Pfew... it's nothing, just regular cramps,” he muttered in a relieved voice. ”When you were pregnant with Aleksis, did you experience cramps or other complaints?”

Finland shook her head. ”Not at all. Aleksis was a very good child while she was still in the womb, I was not bothered at all, not too nauseous, and I didn't even crave for anything. Everything was fine...”

”Oh... yes, your pregnancy is now 10 weeks in, yet you still don't crave for anything?” Caspar asked again, amazed.

Caspar was actually looking forward to all the hassles of being a father-to-be. He would do anything to make up for the lost time when he was absent from the days when Finland was pregnant with his first child.

But until now Finland, still had not shown any signs of cravings or even nausea and vomiting. Everything felt fine, except for the cramps she experienced this morning,

”How strange, why don't you vomit or crave?” Caspar asked, almost complaining.

”Would you rather I suffer with nausea, vomiting, and cravings?” Finland pouted to hear her husband's ridiculous complaint. Caspar could only scratch his head even though it was not itchy.

He should feel lucky because his wife had an easy pregnancy, but for some reason, probably because he was not around during her first pregnancy, he became curious and wanted to feel the hassles during this second pregnancy.

”I want you to be fine...” Caspar said, smiling, ”Don't ever feel worried or reluctant to bother me. I will fulfill whatever you want. Whatever.”

”Hmmm...” Finland seemed to think about what she could ask Caspar to do. ”I want a massage. My legs are getting a bit sore...”

Caspar smiled broadly and nodded. He went into the room and took the fragrant shea butter cream, then lifted his wife's legs onto his lap and began massaging them one by one with full dedication.

”You've changed...” he said casually, ”In the past, all you could think about was how to get more money... Now, you never mention money again... hahaha. Do you still remember our bet about whether or not I could look and act poor? You bet my one month's income...”