When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 686: The Beloved Little Princess

Adrian Lancaster held a bouquet of flowers in front of her, crouched at her side, grasped her hand, and then held his daughter’s little hand. The happiness emanating from his eyes was unparalleled.

"Honey, thank you for all you’ve done. I love you." Although these words were simple, they ca from the heart. He couldn’t find better words, so he just kissed her forehead again and again.

Eliza Hayes and the old man ca over joyfully to hold the baby, "Let see, let see."

"Co, let grandma give you a hug."

"So cute!"

"Even though her eyes are closed, the lashes are so long. She’ll definitely be a big-eyed beauty, just like Faye!"

"These eyebrows look just like Adrian’s, and the forehead too."

"She was born with such thick and jet-black hair. It’ll look so beautiful in braids later."

Chloe Gable took the flowers from Adrian Lancaster’s hand and asked, "Faye, are you okay? Does it still hurt?"

Faye Turner shook her head with a smile. How could it still hurt? She was flooded with happiness!

Adrian Lancaster got up and wheeled her into the VIP room, with everyone following behind, laughter and joy surrounding the air.

Carefully, he lifted Faye horizontally and placed her on the hospital bed. Adrian told her, "From now on, just rest well. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll take care of the baby and change diapers."

"Yes, yes, let him do it!" Eliza chid in, "That’s how super dads co to be! You can’t help with childbirth, but you can definitely help with raising the child."

Faye Turner lay on the bed, unable to help but laugh at her mother-in-law’s words. She looked at Adrian Lancaster and softly said, "Super dad?" It seed like fatherly love emanated from him too.

"What are your orders?"

Faye thought for a mont, "Are you willing to get up in the middle of the night to make formula? The doctor said... I might not have enough milk."

"Of course." He answered almost without a thought.

Hearing such a reply, Faye Turner felt she had married the right man and couldn’t help but think of Dylan Shaw, who used to treat Rachel Sherman the sa way.

The little princess was in the arms of the old man, who had already put down his cane, his face radiant with a smile as he played with the baby.

Chloe Gable and Eliza Hayes smiled broadly from each side, unable to get enough of the adorable child.

Although the baby was still very small, born while still in a sleep state, not even opening her eyes.

Yet everyone just gazed at her sleeping peacefully, hearts full of happiness, feeling complete, as every person’s role was elevated.

"Adrian, what’s the na of the little princess again? Have you decided?" The grandfather looked at the man by the bedside, whose eyes were only for his wife.

Faye Turner answered softly, "Grandfather, the baby’s na is Joy, Joy Lancaster. ’Joy’ as in happiness, ’Joy’ as in good mood."

"Joy? What a nice na!"

"Yes, pleasant, and the na Joy brings good ons, a life full of happiness without worries!"

In fact, being born into the top echelon like the Lancaster Family, how could there ever be worries?

The little princess’s starting point already surpassed the endpoint of many; she’s an unattainable existence.

Joy Lancaster’s birth naturally couldn’t escape the reporters waiting eagerly outside the hospital hall. As soon as the Lancasters appeared, the reporters flocked to offer congratulations.

And such good news is also sothing the elders are willing to share, so when approached by reporters, they didn’t choose to stay silent.

"Yes, yes, she’s born."

The old man, leaning on his dragon-headed cane, happily announced to everyone, "It’s a little princess! Her na is Joy Lancaster! The na is already decided. Thank you all for your concern."

The flashes of caras kept going off as reporters surrounded the old man. Everyone was especially happy, asking about the full-month celebration.

In short, anything related to the Lancaster Family draws attention.

Taking advantage of the Lancasters’ good mood today, the reporters asked a few more questions, and the grandfather answered each one.