Chapter 1312

Oliver held his crying baby boy against his bare chest, wrapping his arms around the little one's soft, chubby body. Cliff sobbed so hard that sweat had dampened his back. He carried Cliff back to the bedroom. Grace, still drowsy, barely managed to keep her eyes open as she bent down to pick up the pajamas Oliver had discarded on the floor. She quickly slipped it on before hurrying over to them. Gently cradling their tearful son against her chest, she whispered soothingly, "Mommy's here, Cliff. No more tears." She patted his back rhythmically, letting him take in her familiar scent. Then, she turned to Oliver, whispering, "Darling, grab his light blue pajamas from the closet—the ones I just put away today. His clothes are all soaked with sweat." Oliver headed to the walk-in closet, which Grace had meticulously organized. He had always admired her ability to keep everything neat and perfectly arranged, never needing help from the housekeepers. Their clothes, along with Cliff'