CHAPTER 486: CHAPTER 486: MR. HUNTER, I’M UNDER SO MUCH PRESSURE

The sun rises.

Isabella Weaver wakes up in Harry Hunter’s embrace, recalling his passion last night, she blushes and touches her flat belly.

With his enthusiasm, they might soon welcome their own baby.

A kiss is planted on her forehead, Isabella lifts her head and sees Harry Hunter’s gentle, deep eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Hunter."

"Good morning, Madam Hunter."

Harry’s voice carries the laziness of waking in the morning, no longer his usual coldness, "What’s wrong, is your tummy uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Pregnant?"

Isabella bursts into laughter, "Possibly~"

Harry leans down, putting his ear to her belly, then solemnly says, "Son, call Daddy!"

Isabella laughs gleefully, "Maybe it’s a daughter?"

"A daughter would be even better."

Harry kisses her flat belly and lies back down, holding her, "The Hunter Family hasn’t had a girl for several generations, if there is one, the old man would surely be delighted."

"What about you? Do you like daughters?"

"I like them, any child you have would be a joy to me."

Harry’s tone is sincere, as he strokes Isabella’s belly, he thinks having a daughter who looks like Isabella might also be a happy affair.

But he doesn’t actually desire for Isabella to have children so soon, he always feels his little wife is still young, he hasn’t spoiled her enough, and doesn’t want her to endure that pain.

Therefore, he’s usually very careful, even calculating her menstrual cycle and ovulation period. If his little wife wants a child, she might be disappointed.

Isabella doesn’t know how tender-hearted Harry is towards her, she’s filled with happiness, she actually prefers a son, a son who’s as handsome and smart as Harry!

"I thought I’d have one this month; why haven’t I got it?" Clearly, they’re frequent enough.

"Don’t worry, maybe next month you’ll have one."

"My mom’s been hoping to have a grandson, and grandpa’s anticipating a great-grandchild, Mr. Hunter, I’m under so much pressure~"

Her tone is a bit of a whine, which instantly makes Harry feel distressed.

"Don’t let there be pressure, nobody’s forcing you, relax, you’re only nineteen, grandpa didn’t say you have to give birth this year, he just likes to nag, you don’t need to mind him."

Isabella nods.

Families like theirs are often more focused on inheriting the family line compared to regular families, because they usually have a "throne" to inherit, and celebrity women who marry into such families are inevitably bound to have children one after another.

"Do you think I should go to the hospital to check my body, am I not in good health?"

Harry is somewhat helpless, "There’s nothing wrong with you, isn’t your body very healthy? Don’t overthink, how long have we been married? It can’t happen so fast!"

"Then do you have a physical problem?"

"I absolutely don’t!"

Isabella sees his face darkening a bit, and laughs softly, "I was just joking, why did you take it seriously?"

She pulls on Harry’s arm to sit up, "Time to get up, time to go to work, I need to earn money for my son’s baby formula!"

Harry’s face darkens further, "Talking as if I can’t support you and the child."

"It’s different, isn’t it, the son’s daddy is amazing, the son’s mommy also has to be amazing!"

Isabella gets out of bed, heads to the bathroom, as she brushes her teeth, she browses shopping sites.

Harry peeks over, and sees she’s actually looking at baby supplies!

He snatches the phone, "Focus on brushing teeth, stop looking."

The son isn’t even a shadow, yet she’s already preparing too early!