She didn't stay long, the little one was taken away by the nurse, and there was a room dedicated to her next to her, and Nicole's first mother, although her face was tired, was in excellent spirits, and she sat next to Ryan and refused to sleep.

"Have you figured out the name?" Nicole frowned slightly, "Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?" Forget it, let's just say the answer. ”

"Mary?" Ryan said tentatively.

"Nicole? Mary? Kidman. Taylor chimed in, "Is it because of this?" ”

"Honey." Ryan turned to look at Taylor, "You're smart. ”

"Mary? Jenkins? Nicole's brow furrowed even tighter, and she pulled Ryan's hand, "It's too ordinary." ”

"And what about Eva?" Ryan didn't insist and immediately switched to another.

"Not good." Nicole pinched it lightly in his palm, "This is the angel I've been waiting for for years, and I'm going to choose her name myself." ”

She didn't give Ryan a chance to refute at all, her pale blue eyes turned twice, and she said, "Actually, I have already thought about it." ”

"You haven't consulted with me either." Ryan kind of understood why Nicole had completely rejected his opinion, "Honey. ”

"Because I think you'll agree." Nicole said seriously, "Sandy, S-u-n-d-a-y, that's the name I chose, it works for both boys and girls. ”

"Sunday?" Ryan couldn't help but feel the urge to cover his forehead, "It doesn't seem like it's Sunday, right?" ”

"Today, Saturday," Taylor said weakly.

"So it was decided." Nicole doesn't allow Ryan to object, "Sandy? Kidman? Jenkins. ”

"Seems to be missing a Christian name?" She muttered again, "Let's wait until she has a godfather." ”

No wonder there were reports in the previous life that Hollywood stars don't follow the usual path when naming their babies, and there is Gwyneth in front? Paltrow named her daughter Apple, and now her own daughter has been turned Sunday by her mother......

Shaking his head, Ryan asked Nicole again, "Why is it called Sunday?" ”

"Because it sounds very pleasant. And it symbolizes calm. Nicole had apparently thought about it and hummed an Australian nursery rhyme, "A Sunday child, upright and wise, kind and happy." ”

"Okay then." Ryan finally nodded.

Since Nicole insisted, he didn't say anything more, Sandy? Kidman? Jenkins sounds good too.

"The Godfather." Lily in the back? Mo? Sim jumped out of her chair, "Can we go see Sandy?" ”

"Go ahead." Ryan waved his hand at the two girls, one older and one younger, and told Taylor, "Don't mess around." ”

Watch the two girls walk out of the room together. Ryan looked back to see that Nicole had snuggled up to him and closed her eyes, her long breathing indicating that she seemed to be asleep.

Leaning over Nicole and kissing her on the forehead, Ryan helped her adjust to a more comfortable position, and then lay down next to her, and fell asleep with her.

Maybe it's because I'm a little worried and excited these days, but after the little guy was born, the tense nerves were completely relaxed. Ryan slept soundly until a loud baby cry rang in his ears, and he woke up from his sleep to see Nicole walking around with the little one in her arms.

"Did something happen?" Ryan quickly sat up. "Could it be hungry?"

"I just fed her." Nicole pointed to her breasts, then hummed a few nursery rhymes, and said, "I'll kiss her gently." ”

"Oh. Damn it. She seemed to notice something and shouted to Ryan, "Come here." ”

Two inexperienced guys. There was a rush for a while, and it wasn't until the specially invited nursing staff walked in that Sandy's problem was completely solved.

"Is she asleep?" Ryan asked softly.

The paramedic cocked up her index finger and put Sandy in the crib, "Miss Kidman, I'm going to take her to rest." ”

"Okay." Nicole nodded.

With a soft knock on the door, the crib was pushed into the adjacent nursery.

"I always felt clumsy." Nicole sat down in a long sofa chair and said without complaints, "The books I read and the things I learned are all useless. ”

"There's always going to be a process of adaptation." Ryan walked over to Nicole, sat down and put his arm around her shoulder, "We need to get used to having one more angel in our lives, and our angels have to get used to their own parents. ”

"I just want to take better care of her." Nicole tilted her head over Ryan's shoulder.

The door creaked open from the outside, and Taylor's head came in from the outside, sticking out his tongue mischievously, "I didn't bother you, did I?" ”

"Come in, darling." Nicole propped herself up, "Where's Lily?" ”

"I'm going to act class." Taylor pulled up a chair and sat across from Nicole, "I've decided, I'm going to write a song for dear Sandy." ”

"As long as it doesn't write love love, love love, it's fine." Ryan quipped casually.

"No, I won't." Taylor couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

Although many aspects of this life have changed, such as Taylor's first album is slowly approaching the sales of a diamond, some still exist, such as the fans who support Taylor like her to the extreme, and those who don't like her hate, believing that she can only succeed because of her background, and even the songs she sings are just the love of boring little girls.

Fortunately, Taylor's psychological element in this life is even stronger, and he knows from a very young age that a person cannot be liked by all the people in the world, and it is good to ignore those critical voices.

After staying on Lanai until early June, Ryan and Nicole quietly returned to Los Angeles on a yacht with their daughter, and instead of going to Malibu, the two moved back to Nicole at Beverly Hills.

In the more than half a year since Nicole moved out, the villa has been renovated, in addition to adding a baby room, many children's entertainment facilities have been added, and the whole house is polarized, half of which is more like a children's paradise.

After the first two weeks, Ryan and Nicole have become proficient at taking care of the little ones, even without a nurse, and occasionally pushing the stroller and taking Sandy around the garden a few times.

After just over a week of recuperation, and after receiving confirmation from her personal doctor, Nicole not only took care of her daughter, but also began to exercise in order to regain her figure.

On a sunny afternoon, Nicole went to the fitness room, Ryan pushed the stroller and walked into the garden through the back door of the villa, the little one would kick his legs and stretch his feet from time to time, look at this strange world curiously with blue eyes, and when Ryan reached out to tease her, he would show a happy smile.

Crying, making trouble, and laughing, Sandy is healthy and cute, and his appearance faintly brings together the advantages of him and Nicole.

"A child called Sunday, upright and wise, kind and happy......"

Humming an Australian nursery rhyme that Nicole said, Ryan pushed the stroller through the hydrangea garden, stopping under a few palm trees, and the nurseess always followed him, when she came over to warn her not to let the sun shine directly on Sandy for too long.

In Los Angeles in June, the sun is already strong.

Ryan understood this, and pushed his daughter under the large umbrella, sat down on a chair, and talked to her about strange things that even he didn't understand.

There was a faint roar of a motor in the vestibule, and even if he didn't have to look at it, Ryan knew that it was a high-powered sports car, and there were few people in Hollywood who could drive directly into Nicole's house.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Taylor and Scarlett? Johnson appeared in the garden together, and unlike Scarlett, who was carrying a baby toy, Taylor actually came over with his guitar case.

"Hi Sandy!"

The two girls completely ignored Ryan and walked straight to the stroller, and Scarlett took out a rattle, shook it a few times, and put it in Sandy's hand.

It's a pity that the little guy is too young now, and he can only look at the toy next to him with curious blue eyes.

"She's so cute."

Seeing the little guy's smile, Scarlett couldn't help but pull Taylor, "It's much cuter than when you were a child." ”

"Scarlett!" Taylor fell with a black line on his face, "Scarlett, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as an egg!" ”

"Of course Sandy is cute!" She held out a finger and waved it in front of the little one, "As cute and pretty as I was when I was a kid, is that so, Ryan?" ”

"Uh-huh~"

Ryan nodded casually, "You three were cute when you were kids. ”

"Dear Sandy."

Taylor ignored Ryan, opened the guitar case directly, took out the custom rosewood guitar of the eponymous brand, hooked his finger at Scarlett, and the chubby girl immediately helped her move a chair.

Sitting in his chair, Taylor picked up the pick and said into the stroller, "This is the Sandy song I wrote for you, you must like it." ”

With that, the pick stirred the guitar strings, and the soft and soothing music wafted through.

"On the third weekend of May, Sandy and I sat on both sides of the garden, worrying and missing, like the sunshine of early summer, sprinkled all over the garden......"

"On the third weekend of May, I came to Sandy, her beautiful and lovely figure, flying in front of my eyes, joy and satisfaction, beating in everyone's hearts......"

"Have a happy weekend on the third weekend of May......"

Although the style of the song is similar to a nursery rhyme, it can still be seen that Taylor has put a lot of effort into it, but by the time she finishes singing, the little one in the stroller has already spit bubbles and is asleep.

"All right, dear Sandy." Taylor put away his guitar, "You're a privileged class now. ”

Ryan and Scarlett laughed at the same time, and Nicole, who happened to be wearing loungewear, walked into the garden, and when she saw Taylor, she asked softly, "Didn't you go to London to run the announcement, why did you come back again?" ”

"We're ......," Taylor pointed to Scarlett, "we're all voiced for 'Cars,' and we're back for the premiere." (To be continued......)