Rebirth In Hollywood

After not staying for too long, the little guy was taken away by the nurse. There was a special room next to her. Nicole became a mother for the first time. Although her face was tired, she was in good spirits. She sat beside Ryan and refused to sleep. . + vertex + point + novel + x +

"Have you thought of a name?" Nicole frowned slightly, "Why haven't I heard you say it before? Forget it, let's just say the answer directly."

"Mary?" Ryan said tentatively.

"Nicole Marie Kidman," Tyler interjected. "Is that because of that?"

"Honey." Ryan turned to look at Tyler, "You're very smart."

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

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

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

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

"You haven't discussed it with me either." Ryan understood why Nicole rejected all his opinions, "Honey."

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

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

"This Saturday" Taylor said weakly.

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

"Looks like there's still a church name missing?" she muttered again, "Let's wait until she has a godfather."

No wonder there are reports in the past life that Hollywood stars don't take the usual way to name 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 pleasant. And it symbolizes peace." Nicole had obviously thought about it long ago, and hummed an Australian nursery rhyme, "It's called Sunday child,

Upright and wise, kind and happy. "

"Okay then." Ryan finally nodded.

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

"Godfather." Lily Mo Xin jumped from the chair behind, "Can we go see Sandy?"

"Go." Ryan waved to the two girls, one big and one small, and told Tyler, "Don't make a fool of yourself."

Watching the two girls walk out of the door together. Ryan looked back and found that Nicole had snuggled up beside him and closed her eyes, and her long breathing showed that she seemed to have fallen asleep.

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

Maybe it was because I was a little worried and a little excited these days. After the little guy was born, the tense nerves were completely relaxed. Ryan slept groggy, until a loud baby cry rang in his ear, he woke up from his sleep, and saw Nicole walking around with the little guy in his arms.

"What happened?" Ryan quickly sat up. "Could you be hungry?"

"I just fed her." Nicole pointed to her chest, then hummed a few nursery rhymes, and added, "I just kissed her lightly."

"Oh. Hell," she called to Ryan as if she had noticed something. "Come here."

Two inexperienced guys. There was a lot of fuss, 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 raised her index finger and put Sandy in the crib. "Miss Kidman, I'm taking her to rest."

"Okay." Nicole nodded.

With the soft sound of the door, the crib was pushed into the baby room next to it.

"I always feel that I am clumsy." Nicole sat on the long sofa chair and complained, "The books I read and the things I learned before are all useless."

"There is always a process of adaptation." Ryan walked to Nicole's side, sat down and took her shoulders, "We need to get used to having an extra angel in our life, and our angels should also get used to their parents."

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

The door was pushed open from the outside, making a creaking sound, and Tyler's head stuck in from the outside, sticking out his tongue mischievously, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

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

"Going to acting class." Tyler pulled up 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." Ryan quipped casually.

"No way." Taylor couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

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

Fortunately, Taylor's psychological quality is stronger in this world. From a very young age, he knew that a person cannot be liked by all the people in the world. It's fine to ignore the voices of criticism.

Staying on Lanai until early June, Ryan and Nicole took their daughter and quietly returned to Los Angeles by yacht. The two did not go to Malibu, but moved directly back to Nicole's house in Beverly Hills. 's residence.

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. The whole house is polarized, and half of it is more like a children's paradise.

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

After just resting for more than a week, after being confirmed by a personal doctor, Nicole started exercising in order to regain her figure in addition to taking care of her daughter.

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. From time to time, the little guy kicked his legs and stretched his feet, and looked at this strange world curiously with his blue eyes. When Ryan reached out to tease her, he would still smile happily.

Crying, making trouble, laughing, Sandy is healthy and cute, and his looks have the advantages of him and Nicole.

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

Humming the Australian nursery rhyme Nicole had said, Ryan pushed the stroller through a garden full of hydrangeas and stopped under a few palm trees, the female carer always following behind him. Come over and remind me 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 the big sun umbrella, sat on a chair, and said some strange words to her that he didn't even understand.

There was a faint roar of the motor in the vestibule. Even without looking, 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, after just a few minutes, Taylor and Scarlett Johansson appeared in the garden together. Unlike Scarlett who was carrying a baby toy, Taylor came over with her 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 in Sandy's hand.

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

"She's so cute."

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

"Scarlett!" Tyler's face fell with black lines, "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, isn't it, Ryan?"

"Mmmmm~"

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

"Dear Sandy."

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

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

After speaking, the pick picked up the strings of the guitar, and the soft and soothing sound of music floated.

"On the third weekend in May, Sandy and I sat on both sides of the garden, caring and missing, like the sunshine in early summer, filling the whole 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 heart..."

"The third weekend in May, have a happy weekend..."

Although the style of the song is similar to a nursery rhyme, it can still be seen that Taylor put a lot of thought into it. Unfortunately, by the time she finished singing, the little guy in the stroller was blowing bubbles and fell asleep.

"Okay, dear Sandy." Tyler put away his guitar. "You're privileged now."

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

"We..." Taylor pointed to Scarlett, "All dubbed "Cars" and came back for the premiere." (To be continued..) ()