After Julia Bluen left the delivery room, she fell asleep.
Glades Horne stayed by her bedside. Seeing her deeply asleep, his heart couldn't help but ache again. He liked children, but he hadn't known childbirth was so painful for women. When she came out, her complexion was sallow and her hair disheveled; he knew how much pain she must have just endured. He even saw that her full, red lips were bitten and marked.
"Julia, one child is enough for us," Glades Horne said huskily. Even though he really wanted a son and a daughter, he couldn't bear to let her suffer again. One child was enough.
Julia slept soundly and didn't hear his words.
Gazing at his beloved wife's exhausted form, Glades Horne stopped murmuring to himself, afraid of waking Julia.
