The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 270: Another night of fear.

They were all tense, expecting her to push the baby away. They had not yet forgotten the fact that her child died and Deanne’s had lived.

"Help me up Lanai." Sigrid commanded.

Roland did not let Lanai do it, he rushed in to help her personally and then he took advantage of the moment to climb on the bed and sit next to her.

Lady Iryne out the child in Sigrid’s arms instructing her on how to carry it in the right way. "Be gentle, children bruise easily." she warned.

She was worried because she recalled her daughter’s old ways of mishandling animals. How she had switched from an animal hater to an animal lover was a miracle. A miracle she was thankful for.

The baby was awake and he was as energetic as Lady Iryne had said. He was making small uncoordinated kicks and stretching his hands.

"How cute." Sigrid whispered. She tilted her head upwards and looked at Roland. "My love, what do you think?"

"He has a lot more hair than I have ever seen on a baby." He commented.

Some people chuckled.

"That is why I suggested that he be named Hairy Thorin." John jested, earning himself glares from his mother and grandmother who did not think the joke was funny.

John had told the joke five times and it was still not funny.

"They have no sense of humor." he whispered to Elowin.

Roland had heard Duke Thorin boasting about the baby’s strong grip so he dangled his finger in front of the baby. Baby Thor grabbed the finger and held onto it. Slowly and gently, Roland tried to dislodge the hold of the baby but that grip was as firm as the duke had said.

"He will be a man of great strength." Roland said. There was a break in his voice, he was veiling his emotions it seemed.

Sigrid wondered if this was because he was thinking of their child that died, a child that would have been one of great strength too. She blew in the air and magic bubbles appeared in the air. Baby Thor let go of Roland’s finger, deciding that it was boring compared to the bubbles.

Using that opportunity, Sigrid handed the baby back to her mother and asked for everyone to give them some privacy. As they were leaving, three maids led by Lanai entered the room and brought the winter melon soup, tea, bread and chicken broth.

Brolin moved a table close to the bed so that the food was within Sigrid’s reach. Roland sent them all out then. Using magic, he lifted the bowl of winter melon soup and carried it in his hand.

The soup was already warm and yet, when he raised a spoon he blew on it first before bringing it to Sigrid’s lips. She leaned down and took a sip.

"My love, you look you have not slept all night." Sigrid commented. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"How could I sleep when you were unconscious?" He asked. He brought another spoon to her lips, encouraging her to drink. "I am sorry, I should not have told my grandmother about the pregnancy. You were right, maybe your jinx theory is not wrong after all. From now on, nobody will get our secret out of me."

Sigrid retrieved the winter melon soup from his hands and returned it to the table. Then, she climbed on top of him and gave him a hug. There were no words she could use to comfort him. "Thank you for staying with me."

He had important duties but he had put them all aside to stay with her, waiting until she opened her eyes. His love was really enduring. No wonder he had given everything for Emmah in the novel, including his life. His love was silent but unwavering and resilient.

"I was so scared." He admitted.

His hands on her back were trembling as he held her tightly. The weight of what they had almost lost again hung heavy in the air, thick and nearly suffocating.

"I thought that I would not just lose you but him as well--our baby. You were not breathing Sig--" He swallowed hard, the words fighting against the lump lodged in his throat. "It was like we were right back to that dark day all over again."

She didn’t respond.

"I will never doubt your words again. I was excited and I almost__" His breath hitched.

He had been anxious all night, checking for signs of bleeding on the bed. He had imagined the worst case scenarios, how she would react if the baby was lost. He had been sure that she would leave him in one way or another. Maybe physically or mentally. Not all couples could survive the loss of two children.

A single tear slid down his cheek unnoticed. "I am supposed to be your protector and yet every time you need me I seem to be absent."

"Stop." She whispered.

Slowly, she pushed back and looked into his eyes. Sigrid could not listen to him blaming himself anymore. As much as she wanted to hold on to his guilt and use it as a card to play someday in future, it did not sit well with her. It was better to channel his emotions into anger and redirect them.

"This is not your fault, the jinx did not do this to me--to us, Emmah did. As soon she shoved Deanne into that glass and I slapped her in anger, that lucky artifact of hers retaliated. I should have known better than to lay hands on her."

Roland clenched his jaw. The hatred he had for Emmah was incurable, especially because once a day, he would take a minute to re-watch the video of his father being stabbed and Benjamin choosing to save Emmah. He had classified her as a danger to the new empire. If Benjamin could leave the king to die for her, he would leave the rest of his siblings to die as well.

As a matter of fact, he could kill them to please her. It is why he had not yet released Benjamin from confinement on the royal castle. Until the king opened his eyes, he was under arrest.

"When can we finally be rid of her?" he asked her.

"Soon. We are close, it needs to happen before our child is born or we may not be able to keep him too." Sigrid replied. "As long as the Fairfax’s are gone, it will all be over."

Roland took a deep breath, he felt so much more calmer now. He had a downfall of a noble family to plan and the sooner they fell, the better. If bringing down all the Fairfax’s took so long, he had to find a reason for them to throw her out permanently.

It seemed, he had to find out all the things that Count Fairfax hated and find a way to make Emmah do them all.

Also, it was time to shame Lord Derrick into bringing home the rest of his bastard children such that Emmah could have competition and she would be suppressed in the family.

"We need to end her in a month. I don’t know how much more waiting I can take." he said tiredly.