Chapter 719： Sunday Song

Before staying for long, the little guy was taken away by the nurse. There was a room dedicated to her. Nicole was a new mother. Although her face was tired, she was very energetic. She sat next to Ryan and refused to fall asleep. . ＋top＋dot＋novel＋x＋

"Did you think about the name?" Nicole frowned slightly, "Why haven't you heard about it before? Forget it, let's just say the answer."

"Mary?" Ryan said tentatively.

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

"Honey." Ryan turned to look at Tyler. "You are very smart."

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

"How about Eva?" Ryan didn't insist, and immediately changed to another one.

"Not good." Nicole gently pinched in the palm of his hand, "This is the angel I have been waiting for for many years. I will personally name her."

She didn't give Ryan a chance to refute at all, her light blue eyes rolled twice and said, "Actually, I've already thought about it."

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

"Because I think you will agree." Nicole said seriously, "Sandy, s-u-n-d-a-y, this is the name I chose. It applies to both boys and girls."

"Sunday?" Ryan couldn't help but feel the urge to cover his forehead. "It doesn't seem to be Sunday today, right?"

"Today Saturday" Taylor said weakly.

"That's it." Nicole wouldn't allow Ryan to object. "Sandy Kidman Jenkins."

"It seems that there is still a godfather missing?" She muttered again, "Let's wait until she has a godfather."

No wonder there have been reports in previous lives that Hollywood stars do not take the usual way of naming their babies. Gwyneth Paltrow named her daughter Apple, and now her own daughter has been turned into a Sunday by her mother...

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

"Because it sounds very pleasing. And it symbolizes peace." Nicole obviously had thought about it a long time ago and hummed an Australian nursery rhyme, "It's called a Sunday child, honest and wise, kind and happy."

"All right." Ryan finally nodded.

Since Nicole insisted, he didn't say anything, Sandy Kidman Jenkins sounded good.

"Godfather." Lily Moxin behind jumped out of her chair, "Can we go see Sandy?"

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

Watching the two girls walk out of the room together. Ryan turned her head and found that Nicole had been snuggling next to him and closed her eyes. The long breath showed that she seemed to be falling asleep.

Leaning over and kissing Nicole's forehead, Ryan helped her adjust a more comfortable posture, then lay down next to her, and accompany her into her sleep.

Perhaps it was a little worried and a little excited these few days. After the little guy was born, his tight nerves were completely relaxed. Ryan slept drowsy, until a loud baby cry rang in his ears, and he woke up from his sleep, and saw Nicole walking around holding the little one.

"What happened?" Ryan sat up quickly. "Is it hungry?"

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

"Oh. Damn it." She seemed to have discovered something and shouted to Ryan, "Come here."

Two inexperienced guys. There was a rush, and it was not until the specially-invited paramedics walked in that Sandy's problem was completely resolved.

"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.

Accompanied by a soft door sound, the crib was pushed into the baby room next to it.

"I always feel like I'm clumsy." Nicole complained, sitting on the long sofa chair. "The books I read and the things I learned before are all useless."

"There must be a process of adaptation." Ryan walked to Nicole, sat down and took her shoulders, "We need to get used to having an angel in our lives, and our angels should also get used to their parents."

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

The door was pushed open from the outside, and there was a creaking sound. Tyler's head stuck out from the outside and stuck out his tongue mischievously, "I didn't disturb you, right?"

"Come in, dear." Nicole propped up, "Where is Lily?"

"Go to acting class." Tyler pulled a chair and sat across from Nicole. "I've decided. I'm going to write a song for dear Sandy."

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

"I won't grin." Taylor couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

Although many aspects of this world have changed. For example, Taylor’s first album is slowly approaching the sales of one diamond, but some still exist. For example, fans who support Taylor love her to the extreme, and those who don’t like her hate her. She succeeded only because of her background, and even the songs she sang were just the love of boring little girls.

Fortunately, Taylor's psychological quality in this world is stronger. He knew from a very young age that a person can't be liked by all people in the world, just ignore those criticisms.

Staying in Lanai until the beginning of June, Ryan and Nicole took their daughters and returned to Los Angeles quietly on a yacht. The two did not go to Malibu, but moved directly back to Nicole in Beverly Hills. Residential.

In the past six months or so after Nicole moved out, the villa was renovated. In addition to adding a baby room, it 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 proficient 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 around in the garden. A few laps.

After just resting for more than a week and receiving confirmation from a private doctor, Nicole not only took care of her daughter, but also started working out to restore her figure.

On a sunny afternoon, Nicole went to the fitness room. Ryan pushed the stroller and walked into the garden from the back door of the villa. The little guy would kick and stretch his feet from time to time. With blue eyes, he curiously looked at this strange world. When Ryan reaches out to tease her, he will smile happily.

He can cry, make noise, laugh, Sandy is healthy and cute, and his looks faintly gather the advantages of him and Nicole.

"The child called Sunday, honest and wise, kind and happy..."

While humming the Australian nursery rhymes that Nicole said, Ryan pushed the stroller through the garden full of hydrangeas and stopped under a few palm trees. The female nurse followed him all the time. Come over and remind you not to let the sun hit Sandy directly for a long time.

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

Ryan understood this naturally, pushed her daughter under the big sun umbrella, sat on a chair, and said some strange things that she didn't even understand.

The roar of the motor was faintly heard from the vestibule. Even without having to look at it, Ryan knew that this was a high-powered sports car. There were not many people in Hollywood who could drive directly into Nicole's house.

Sure enough, but only a few minutes later, Taylor and Scarlett Johansson appeared in the garden together. Unlike Scarlett carrying a baby toy, Taylor came over with his guitar case.

"Hi Sandy!"

The two girls completely ignored Ryan and walked directly to the stroller. Scarlett took out a rattle, shook it a few times, and put it beside Sandy.

It's a pity that the little guy is too young now, 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 pulling Latelle, "It's much more cute than when you were a kid."

"Scarlett!" Tyler dropped a black line, "Scarlett, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as an egg!"

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

"Hmm~"

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

"Dear Sandy."

Tyler ignored Ryan, opened the guitar case, took out the custom-made rosewood guitar of the same name, and hooked her finger to Scarlett. The little fat girl immediately helped her move a chair.

Sitting on the chair, Taylor picked up the paddle and said to the stroller, "This is Sandy's song I wrote for you. You must like it."

After that, the picks stirred the guitar strings, and the soft and soothing music wafted upThe third weekend of May, Sandy and I sat on both sides of the garden, worrying and thinking, like early summer Like the sun, it filled 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..."

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

Although the style of the song is similar to nursery rhymes, it can be seen that Taylor has put a lot of thought into it. Unfortunately, when she finished singing, the little guy in the stroller was already asleep with bubbles.

"Well, dear Sandy." Tyler put away the guitar. "You are a privileged class now."

Ryan and Scarlett laughed at the same time. Nicole, who happened to be wearing home clothes, walked into the garden. After seeing Taylor, he asked softly, "Didn't you go to London to run the announcement? Why are you back?"

"We..." Taylor pointed to Scarlett, "We have all dubbed "Cars 2", and we will come back to participate in the premiere." (To be continued...) ()