Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

and only signed off some documents when he was in a good mood.

For the next half of the month, Frederick stayed with his wife and son every single day. The stocks were spiking up outside, and everyone was busy handling them, while all sorts of news were spread everywhere. Meanwhile, he enjoyed his time in the confinement centre, After sleeping for half of the day, Alicia woke up, and took her cell phone over as she saw that the baby was still sound asleep. Nonetheless, her cell phone was taken away before she could even finish typing the password in. "Bad girl! You're going to hurt your eyes!" Frederick said.

"Hubby... please let me play with my phone for a while. I haven't been on social media for so long, I'm so bored!" Alicia said cutely as she went up to him, stretching into him arms to snatch it back.

"You can do whatever you want once the confinement is over! Be a good girl! You've endured it for so long, you mustn't let your efforts go to waste!" Frederick stroked her hair as he said gently.

"You'll hurt your eyes, and it'll develop into a sequelae!" He wasn't sure if it was true, but as long as it was said to be good for her and would keep her healthy, he was willing to supervise her strictly to do it.

"I've downloaded some music and audiobooks for you, you can listen to them later!" he said.

Alicia took a bolster and hugged it. She was extremely bored, but she could only nod. "Okay then..."

After lying on the bed for a while, Alicia went down from the bed to move around. Seeing that the baby had opened his eyes and was moving again, she turned back.

"Are you awake, Clinton? I guess it's time to feed the hungry little baby..." she said softly.

Alicia bent forward and carried the baby into her arms, and was about to order the maid to get the milk bottle. Just then, Frederick gestured for the nanny to take the baby over.

The next second, one of the nannies carried the baby carefully, while the other fed him carefully. Alicia watched helplessly, while Frederick peered at her as he massaged her shoulders. "Hubby, I want to do it myself..." She wasn't tired at all!

Alicia felt melancholic, not being able to carry her own child. No matter how professional the nannies were, she was still worried that they were going to slack or be careless. After all, he was her own child, so she still felt that it would be safer for her to take care of him on her own.

"Haven't you already carried him once today? You can look at him later when he's done drinking milk! You can't carry him too often, or you'll get the 'Mother's hand'. It's a common postnatal sequelae, and it's difficult to treat. I've heard that it's a kind of tenosynovitis, and that it'll hurt very much! When you're in pain, you might not even be able to pick up a cutlery! Don't force it! You should only carry him twice a day so that you won't get tired!" Frederick said.

He massaged her palm and comforted her softly.

"Don't worry, the nannies are very professional. There's so many people taking turns looking after him, and I'm looking after him personally as well, nothing can go wrong. You should take care of your own health, and recover as soon as possible!" he said. "All right..." Alicia replied.

Ever since she came back and gave birth, Alicia didn't feel like a mother at all, and she felt like a baby instead. He wouldn't let her do anything on her own, and the only thing that she was allowed to do was probably to eat herself!

Oh no, wait! The first three days after her giving birth, he wouldn't even let her hold the cutleries!

Alicia felt that she was becoming more and more useless as time passed, but she still felt exceptionally happy! As the mother, she didn't even know about those, but as the father, he binge-researched about everything for two days, and knew about everything clearly.

He looked after her meals, and took care of her life meticulously. He even helped with all the chores, such as washing her hair and helping her to kill her boredom. The baby was mostly taken care of by him and the nannies, and he even thought of the 'Mother's hand' tenosynovitis that might happen postnatal.

He was absent for her entire pregnancy, but during her confinement, he looked after her so well that she had nothing to complain about at all.

Very soon, the baby returned to the bed after drinking milk, and fell asleep. The two of them lay next to the baby with their fingers crossed with each other's.

The screen of Frederick's cell phone lit up, so he turned and walked over to the door.

Alicia got up to move her body a little, and seemed like she thought of something all of a sudden. She gave the maids some instructions, then walked out the door as well.

She wandered around the stairs, and

took a look at the flowers and plants. Then she walked over to the little room on the opposite. It was a room that was specially por

her to relax in, and it was filled with flowers and plants of all sorts of cofors, which was pleasant to look at. On the other side, there was a huge cage, and her puppy, Dotter was in it!

Frederick prohibited her from touching the puppy during her confinement, as he was worried that her immune system would be weak and that she would catch an

infection from some bacteria.

Therefore, she could only sit outside the cage as she looked at, fed, and talked to the dog every time she

went to see it. She would also

sneakily pet it to kill her boredom.

She hung a toy ball in the cage, and watched as the chubby puppy running around it. Then, she picked up a handful of dog food and gave it to the puppy.

"Dotter, it's only been a while, how did you become so chubby? Are you still my beautiful Dotter?" she asked.

"You're supposed to be a pet dog, did he feed you like a pig? Dotter, you should have some self-awareness that you're a puppy too. How could you be so gluttonous? You're still eating now!" she joked.

She giggled. "Hehe... he must love you very much. He must only care about feeding you every day, without taking you out for walks! Just like how he feeds Clinton, he only knows how to feed him with the milk bottle whenever he cries..."

Thinking of the scene of Frederick being confused and in a mess in the beginning, Alicia couldn't help but to chuckle.

"He didn't even know that babies would cry when they peed or pooped as well! I wonder if Clinton will be fed until he's so chubby like you in the future! I'm not going to allow that! If Clinton becomes chubby, will he be able to find himself a beautiful wife in the future?" she mumbled.

Alicia couldn't help but to giggle as she talked to herself.

"I think I'd prefer a handsome young man! So you'll have to buck up and lose some weight. Hear that, Cotter? You can't be this gluttonous! It's so silly of you to just eat whenever he gives you food!" she teased.

Did he feed him meat everyday? Why else would he look like an inflated balloon?

Nevertheless, puppies looked cuter when they were chubby! That was especially when they ran around with their wriggling belly and short legs.

They looked as if they were pregnant and they looked so adorable.

Alicia stroked the puppy's fur and gave it a little more dog food.

She mumbled, "You are not a little

mongrel, so you can't just eat everything you want. You'll have to eat my confinement meals with me now and lose some weight! Your fur has to be bright and shiny as well Does this man only know how to raise pigs? He's feeding me like a pig feeding Clinton like a pig, and now he's feeding you like a pig! Sigh, if he likes raising pigs so much, maybe he can open up a pig pen in the future and enjoy himself! Who knows that he might actually be able to succeed in raising pigs, and he'll actually earn money! Hehe..."

Remembering when she first saw the puppy in the hospital, Chet told her that Frederick brought the puppy with him to the detention centre. Seeing the puppy looking so chubby after being looked after by him, Alicia could tell that he treated the puppy really well, and couldn't help but to smile.

"However, Dotter, you'll have to have some self-awareness and eat a little less, okay? Only a pretty puppy will be able to run and jump around, a fat pig can only become a dish, do you understand me?" she joked.

As Frederick opened the door, he heard her muttering to herself and pointing around. He was amused, and didn't know if he should laugh or cry, then his face reddened.

What did she mean by he liked raising pigs?