Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 279 - 289: Having a Baby Before You

In the kitchen, Robin Roland didn’t want to be a bother. Hearing this, she hurried out. "Holly, there’s no need. I’ll just have Young Yancy eat at the factory by himself."

Holly Winslow smiled. "That won’t do at all. It’s more lively when we eat together. Aunt Roland, we’ll be back in a little while."

Wyatt Winslow gave the car keys to Holly Winslow. She, in turn, passed them to Mortimer Quincy. But that scoundrel wouldn’t take the keys. He grabbed her by the wrist and said with a smile, "You’re coming with me, darling."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington both tutted. They were being served a huge helping of sickeningly sweet PDA.

If it weren’t for the adults, they would’ve definitely thrown in a wisecrack or two to tease Holly Winslow.

In the garage, Mortimer Quincy got into the passenger seat and motioned for Holly Winslow to drive. "Go on, darling. Let me experience some ’Fast and Furious’."

’His dear wife’s driving was about as fast as a snail’s crawl.’

’One time, he’d been coming back from a business trip, and since she was on leave, she’d offered to pick him up. She left the house the moment his plane took off. When he landed, she was still on the road.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She had never told Mortimer Quincy that she had rear-ended someone on the way.’

’The car had just been delivered to the garage. Mortimer hadn’t even driven it a single time, and she’d gone and crashed it. She felt a pang of guilt and didn’t have the guts to tell him.’

She started the car and confidently blurted out, "Don’t worry, I won’t rear-end anyone a second time!"

’Rear-ended?’

Mortimer Quincy frowned, then reached out, pulled out the car keys, and said sternly, "The last time? You rear-ended someone?"

Holly Winslow touched the tip of her nose. "An accident, an accident, a complete accident." She sounded a little guilty as she spoke.

"Do you want me to spank you?"

Mortimer Quincy felt like he was about to explode. She had rear-ended someone and kept it from him, and she’d kept it a secret for years.

’It’s a good thing she was okay, but what if something had happened?’

Hearing this, Holly Winslow was speechless. "..."

She pouted and said in a small voice, "I didn’t do it on purpose."

"I already got the car fixed."

Mortimer Quincy’s expression softened a little at her first sentence, but upon hearing the next, his anger shot back up. He cursed, "Fuck the car."

Holly Winslow: "..."

The car was quiet for a few seconds. She looked at Mortimer Quincy. ’Ahem, my husband is genuinely angry.’

"Hubby, come on, let me give you a kiss. You won’t be angry after a kiss."

She leaned over and planted a smacking kiss on him. Just as she tried to pull away, the scoundrel held her head and bit down. She hissed in pain and complained, "That hurts."

"Hurts? Pain helps you remember the lesson."

Mortimer Quincy said grimly, then released her. He put the key back in the ignition and gestured for her to drive, his tone radiating dominance. "It doesn’t matter if the car gets scrapped. What matters is that you don’t get hurt. If you hide this kind of thing from me again, I’ll really have to teach you a lesson."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’He’d said such a normal sentence, but her mind had somehow twisted it into something lewd.’

’I’m so corrupted.’

...

After picking up Yara Nolan, they returned home just as dinner was being served. The young people sat at one table, and the adults at another.

Joan Sawyer had Robin Roland sit next to Wyatt Winslow, saying with a cheerful laugh, "My dear, you’ve worked hard."

Robin Roland was already in her forties; it had been a long time since anyone had called her "my dear." She felt a little embarrassed. "Auntie, you can just call me Yana."

"It was no trouble. Holly did most of the work."

Hearing the name "Yana," Joan Sawyer paused for a moment, a complicated feeling stirring in her heart.

’Another one named Yana...’

She then looked at her hands. They were a little rough. ’A child who’s had a difficult life.’ She glanced at Wyatt Winslow, then quickly looked away. "Yana, eat more."

Robin Roland couldn’t actually handle spicy food very well, having damaged her stomach when she was younger. But most of the dishes in front of her were spicy, and she felt too embarrassed to turn the lazy Susan.

Just then, Wyatt Winslow suddenly turned the lazy Susan on the table, replacing the spicy dishes in front of Robin Roland with a non-spicy fish and pickled greens.

Robin Roland froze for a second. She glanced at Wyatt Winslow, only to see him eating with a perfectly normal expression. For an instant, a warmth spread through her heart.

She looked away and picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks.

Their exchange was so natural that no one else noticed.

Over at the other table, Anna Willow, banking on being a few years older, asked the single Yara Nolan, "Young Yancy, where’s your girlfriend?"

Yara Nolan was a little embarrassed. He shook his head. "I don’t have one."

Anna Willow smiled and added, "Why not find one? You could learn from your Ms. Summers—start dating in high school, get married in college."

Iris Kensington was doubled over with laughter beside her.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She pinched Anna Willow and said through clenched teeth, "Anna, if you keep teasing Young Yancy, I’ll start listing all of your high school dream boys, you hear?"

Anna Willow wasn’t the least bit intimidated. She said smugly, "Like you’re one to talk. In your freshman year, you had crushes in every class from one to thirteen."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Ahem. I was young and wild, and I just liked looking at cute boys.’

Mortimer Quincy raised a single eyebrow. ’From class one to thirteen?’

’That’s a lot of dream boys.’

Holly Winslow caught his "death glare" out of the corner of her eye. She rubbed her nose and quickly announced, "Let bygones be bygones."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington roared with laughter. Iris Kensington added, gloating, "Holly, stand your ground! Don’t be afraid!"

Holly Winslow snorted. "You know nothing of my power! What’s there to be afraid of?"

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington laughed until their stomachs hurt.

The adults at the other table kept looking over. Joan Sawyer smiled and said, "Kids these days."

This was Wyatt Winslow’s most lively birthday in the last seven or eight years. He and Andre Quincy even had a beer or two.

Holly Winslow occasionally glanced over at Wyatt Winslow. Seeing that his face was a little flushed, she smiled, feeling a bit more at ease.

Seeing his wife’s dopey smile, Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and teased, "Thinking about another one of your dream boys? You’re drooling."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Only little kids drool."

Mortimer Quincy hummed in agreement and leaned in close. "My... lit... tle... girl."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She couldn’t believe she was actually charmed by that.’

...

Afterwards, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy spent a few nights at the Winslows’ house and a few at the Quincys’. The two families usually had dinner together in the evenings.

Wyatt Winslow and Andre Quincy found they had more and more to talk about, and Holly Winslow saw her father smile several times.

On the day of Mr. Webb’s child’s one-month celebration, more than half of the students from Mortimer Quincy’s old advanced placement class showed up, many of them with their spouses.

Compared to the listless vibe of Holly Winslow’s former class, this group was full of a powerful, vibrant energy. It seemed like everyone was doing very well for themselves.

Some of these people were genuinely successful. In her past life, Holly Winslow had attended one of Mortimer Quincy’s high school reunions, and nearly all of them had established successful careers.

Without considering his family background, Mortimer Quincy’s own accomplishments would only place him in the upper-middle tier of the group.

However, Mortimer Quincy was the most relaxed one among them, being his own boss and not having to pay rent.

Eileen Webb held her baby, smiling as she looked at them. She sighed wistfully, "You bunch of little monkeys. You’ve all shot up."

"Mr. Webb, Marcus Lucas hasn’t. He’s still five-foot-seven," Pantheon said, pointing at one of the guys.

An enraged and embarrassed Marcus Lucas gave him a light smack, then turned to Cynthia Owens. "Cousin, you’d better teach him a lesson."

Pantheon said smugly, "She’s my girlfriend."

Eileen Webb’s baby was very well-behaved. He was fair-skinned and clean, with big, wide eyes. He didn’t cry or make a fuss, and even broke into a grin. Holly Winslow took him in her arms and sat on the sofa to play with him.

The baby GIGGLED.

"So, Mrs. Quincy, when are you and Mortimer going to have one of your own?" Chase Hawkins called out teasingly when he saw the scene.

A group of people immediately started hooting. Holly Winslow’s face turned red, but Mortimer Quincy remained as calm as ever. He swept his gaze over the crowd. "Sooner than you guys, anyway."