Before I stayed for too long, the little guy was taken away by the nurse. There was a room specially placed next to her. Nicole was a mother for the first time. Although she was tired on her face, she was in great spirits. She sat next to Ryan and refused to fall asleep. +++23wx+

"Have you thought of your name?" Nicole frowned slightly, "Why haven't you heard you talk about it before? Forget it, just tell me the answer."

"Mary?" Ryan said tentatively.

"Nicole Mary Kidman." Taylor interrupted, "Is it because of this?"

"Dear." Ryan turned to look at Taylor, "You are smart."

"Mary? Jenkins?" Nicole frowned even more and pulled Ryan's hand, "It's too ordinary."

"How about Eva?" Ryan did not insist and immediately changed to another one.

"No." Nicole gently pinched his palm, "This is the angel I have been waiting for for many years. I want to name her myself."

She didn't give Ryan a chance to refute, and her light blue eyes turned twice and said, "Actually, I've thought about it a long time ago."

"You haven't discussed it with me." Ryan understood why Nicole rejected his opinion, "Dear."

"Because I think you'll agree," Nicole said seriously. "Sandy, s-u-n-d-a-y, this is my name, both for boys and for girls."

"Sunday?" Ryan couldn't help but feel the urge to cover his forehead, "It seems that today is not Sunday, right?"

"Today Saturday" Taylor said weakly.

"That's what it's decided." Nicole did not allow Ryan to object, "Sandy Kidman Jenkins."

"It seems that there is still a lack of a name for the godfather?" she muttered again, "Let's talk about it when she has a godfather."

No wonder there were reports in previous life that Hollywood stars are not ordinary when naming their babies. Gwyneth Paltrow named her daughter Apple, and now her daughter has been turned into Sunday by her mother...

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

"Because it sounds very pleasant. It symbolizes peace." Nicole had obviously thought about it and hummed an Australian nursery rhyme, "called Sunday's children, upright and wise, kind and happy."

"Okay then." Ryan finally nodded.

Since Nicole insisted, he wouldn't say anything anymore, Sandy Kidman Jenkins sounded good, too.

"Godfather." Lily Mosin, behind him, jumped out of the chair, "Can we go and see Sandy?"

"Go." Ryan waved his hands to two girls, one big and one little, and at the same time reminded Taylor, "Don't mess around."

Watching the two girls walk out of the room together. Ryan turned around and found that Nicole had snuggled beside him and closed her eyes. Her long breathing showed that she seemed to be in sleep.

He leaned over Nicole's forehead and kissed him. Ryan helped her adjust a more comfortable position, then lay next to her and entered her sleep with her.

Perhaps he was a little worried and excited these days. After the little guy was born, his tense nerves completely relaxed. Ryan slept in a drowsy manner. Until a loud baby cry sounded in his ears, he woke up from his sleep. Nicole was walking around holding the little guy.

"What happened?" Ryan quickly sat up. "Can he 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. Hell." She seemed to have noticed something and shouted to Ryan, "Come here."

Two inexperienced guys were in a hurry, and it was not until the specially invited nursing staff came in that they completely solved Sandy's problem.

"Is she asleep?" Ryan asked softly.

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

"Okay." Nicole nodded.

With the slight sound of the door, the crib was pushed into the nursery next to it.

"I always feel clumsy." Nicole sat on the long sofa chair and said with complaints. "The books I read and the things I learned were useless."

"There is always a process of adaptation." Ryan walked to Nicole, sat down and put her on her shoulder. "We need to get used to the extra angel in our lives, and our angels must also get used to our parents."

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

The door was pushed open from outside, making a creaking sound. Taylor's head reached in from outside, and he stuck out his tongue mischievously at this side, "I didn't disturb you, right?"

"Come in, my dear." Nicole supported himself, "Where is Lily?"

"Go to perform class." Taylor pulled a chair and sat opposite Nicole. "I decided that I'm going to write a song for my dear Sandy."

"Just don't write it as love, love." Ryan joked casually.

"I won't." Taylor couldn't help but frowned.

Although there have been changes in many aspects in this life, for example, Taylor's first album is slowly approaching sales of Yidian, some still exist. For example, fans who support Taylor like her to the extreme, while those who don't like her hate her deeply, believing that her success is just because of her background, and even the songs she sang are just the love of boring little girls.

Fortunately, Taylor's psychological quality in this life is stronger. He knew from a very young age that a person cannot be liked by everyone in the world, and that just those critics are ignored.

It stayed in Lanai until early June. Ryan and Nicole took their daughter and returned to Los Angeles quietly on a yacht. They did not go to Malibu, but moved back to Nicole's residence in Beverly Hills.

In the past six months since Nicole moved out, the villa has been renovated. In addition to adding a baby room, it has also added many children's entertainment facilities. The whole house is polarized, and half of it is more like a children's playground.

After the first two weeks, Ryan and Nicole gradually became skilled in taking care of the little guy. Even without a caregiver, they would not be in a hurry. Occasionally, they would push a stroller and take Sandy to a few laps in the garden.

After only being in tranquil for more than a week and being confirmed by a private doctor, Nicole not only took care of her daughter, but also began to exercise to restore her figure.

On a sunny afternoon, Nicole went to the gym. Ryan pushed the stroller and walked into the garden from the back door of the villa. The little guy would occasionally kick his legs and stretch his feet, and use his blue eyes to look at this strange world curiously. When Ryan reached out to tease her, he would still smile happily.

He can cry, make a fuss, and laugh, Sandy is healthy and cute, and his appearance vaguely brings together his strengths and Nicole's strengths.

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

While humming the Australian nursery rhyme that Nicole said, Ryan pushed the stroller through the garden full of hydrangeas and stopped under several palm trees. The female nurse always followed him. At this time, she came over to remind her not to let the sun shine directly on Sandy for a long time.

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

Ryan naturally understood this, pushed his daughter under a large sun umbrella, sat on a chair, and told her some strange words that she didn't even understand.

The roar of a motor came faintly from the vestibule. Even if you don’t have to look at it, Ryan knew that this was a high-power sports car. There were not many people in Hollywood who could drive directly into Nicole’s house.

Sure enough, but just a few minutes later, Taylor and Scarlett Johnson appeared in the garden together. Unlike Scarlett carrying a baby toy, Taylor actually walked over with his guitar box.

"Hi, Sandy!"

The two girls completely ignored Ryan and walked directly to the stroller. Scarlett took out a ringing bell, shook it a few times, and put it at Sandy's hand.

Unfortunately, the little guy is too young now, so he can only look at the toy next to him with his curious blue eyes.

"She's so cute."

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

"Ska!" Taylor fell on his face, "Ska, if you don't speak, no one will think you are an egg!"

"Sandy is cute, of course!" She stretched out a finger and waved in front of the little guy, "As as cute and beautiful as I was when I was a kid, is that right, Ryan?"

"Yeah ~"

Ryan nodded casually, "You three were very cute when they were young."

"Dear Sandy."

Taylor ignored Ryan, opened the guitar box, took out the customized rosewood guitar of the same name brand, hooked his finger at Scarlett, and the fat girl immediately brought her a chair.

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

After saying that, the picks stirred the guitar strings, and the soft and soothing music began to float.

"On the third weekend of May, Sandy and I sat on both sides of the garden, concern and longing filled the entire garden like the sunshine of early summer..."

"On the third weekend of May, I came to Sandy. Her beautiful and cute figure flew in front of my eyes, joy and satisfaction, beating in everyone's heart..."

"On the third weekend of May, have a happy weekend..."

Although the style of the song is similar to a nursery rhyme, it can still be seen that Taylor has spent a lot of effort on it. Unfortunately, when she finished singing, the little guy in the stroller was already spitting bubbles and was asleep.

"Well, dear Sandy." Taylor put away his guitar, "You are the privileged class now."

Ryan and Scarlett laughed at the same time. Nicole, who was wearing a home suit, walked into the garden. After seeing Taylor, he asked softly, "Didn't you go to London to run for an announcement? Why are you back?"
Chapter completed!