Chapter 509

Eleanor Byron's baby boy was a real chubby one—nine pounds at birth, no less. Had to be a C-section, clearly no other way. Isabella Goodwin wasn’t there for the delivery, but according to Lily Garland and the others, Alexander Lytton stood outside the OR like a statue—four whole hours frozen in place. The moment the baby was out, he rushed in to see Eleanor and practically made a blood oath right there, swearing she'd never have to go through that again. Honestly, if you didn’t know better, you'd think he was the one who’d gone through labor. Lily dragged Isabella into the bedroom, but not before making her wash and sanitize her hands thoroughly. Since Eleanor insisted on spending New Year’s Eve at home, Alexander basically turned their home into a mini hospital. The master bedroom was now more like a ward—fully staffed with two nurses and an OB-GYN on call around the clock. Leanne and Max were leaning over the cradle, their big round eyes glued to the little bundle inside. The baby lo