Jane said with a laugh, “My brother and I are twins, and I had twins too. It’s in our family genes. You can envy me all you want, but unfortunately, it can’t get you twins.

“Don't worry. In a few years, you can have a daughter of your own, and then you won’t need to envy me anymore.”

As Jane looked at the baby, she added, “Your little one is perfect too. No matter the gender, they’re all our little treasures.”

Nowadays, most families had only one or two children. With fewer kids in the equation, gender did not matter. Each one was cherished beyond measure.

Some only children grew up to have just one child of their own, which meant the parents’ families would dote on a single grandchild. Even if it was a girl, she would be showered with love from both sides, which was completely different from the old days when sons were favored over daughters.

The baby needed a diaper change, and Jane handled it deftly.

Once done, she picked him up again and handed him back to Serenity, who laid