Chapter 396: Our Little Universe
Summer smiled. “What makes you so sure it’s not a boy?”
Fraser raised a brow and walked a few steps to the next room, opening the door with his arms crossed. He gave her a little chin tilt. Summer followed him—and saw another nursery, nearly identical in layout to the pink one, except this one was all blue. She hadn’t expected him to be this thoughtful.
Fraser’s voice was low and lazy, with a teasing smile behind it. “If it’s a baby girl, she gets the pink room. If it’s a little rascal, he gets the blue one.”
Summer blinked. “And what if there’s a leftover room?”
Fraser lowered his head, his gaze washing over her profile. His voice dipped, warm and tempting. “Then in three years… we make another one.”
Summer shot him a look. “You wish.” Her cheeks turned pink. Fraser, clearly delighted, wrapped both arms around her and pulled her closer, their bodies flush against each other. His charming gaze locked onto hers.
“What was that post all about, hmm?”
Summer’s eyes stayed fixed on his shirt collar, her fingers gently tugging at his tic. Her voice came out soft and sweet. “You posted first.”
Fraser’s lips curved into a slow grin. “Did I?” It was just two words, but the way he said them—lazy and smug—sent a little shiver down her spine. Then he leaned in, his voice grazing her ears like velvet. “Now everyone knows we’re married.”
Summer rolled her eyes. “Like they didn’t already know.”
“It’s not the same.”
“What’s not?”
He bent down and nipped lightly at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. “Now I’m your legal guardian. No more abandoning your husband and child.”
And just like that, they moved into the villa in Starlight Compound.
Chapter 396: Our Little Universe
The garden—not to mention dozens of other flowers she couldn’t name. Sure, she knew technology was behind it. But that didn’t stop the vibrant colors and sheer life of the place from lifting her spirits every time she stepped outside. On quiet afternoons, she even joined the housekeepers in trimming and caring for the plants.
One day, Summer was stunned to discover—Fraser could play the piano. He sat gracefully at the grand Steinway, carrying the aura of royalty. His long fingers danced effortlessly over the keys, bringing forth waves of melody from black and white. Sometimes the music was thunderous, crashing like waves against the rocks; other times, it was like a spring bubbling through a quiet forest. The air around Fraser radiated a powerful kind of attraction that made Summer’s heart skip a beat.
As the last note faded, Fraser looked up, his eyes dark and deep, locking onto her. A devilish smile played on his lips as he crooked a finger. “Come here.”
It was like she was under a spell. Heart pounding, she stepped toward him, one breath at a time.
Soon after, those same elegant fingers were tracing music across her body—raw and chaotic, written just for the two of them.
Summer also adored their bedroom. Fraser had designed a special feature: the ceiling could transform into a transparent glass dome. Lying in bed, they could stargaze together, basking under a sky full of stars. It was peaceful, comforting. When the weather was nice, she would stand on the small European-style balcony and see the distant city skyline—including the iconic Graham Group tower.
Xavier had once offered to gift them a newborn Samoyed as a wedding present. But both Summer and Fraser declined. Because no one could ever replace Pudding.
As Summer’s belly grew larger, so did her sleepiness. She spent more and more time at home. A team of nutritionists, housekeepers, doctors, and wellness experts surrounded her every day. Julia stopped by often to check in, every few days. Summer had basically become a national treasure—well-fed, well-kept, and well-protected.
Chapter 396: Our Little Universe
He’d quietly walk to her bedside, bend down, press a kiss to her forehead, tuck the blanket around her shoulders, then head into the study to work. And when he was done, he’d return, climb into bed, and pull her into his arms as they drifted off together.
But today—Summer couldn’t take it anymore. She was done being cooped up. So she made plans to meet Yvette and get some fresh air.
They ended up at a baby store. They already had more than enough clothes for both a boy and a girl at home. But none of it had been chosen by Summer herself. She hadn’t felt that sense of joy or anticipation—no hands-on experience. No memories.
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