Okay, I may have made a colossal mistake. I thought that the time in this world was the same as in my old one it was not.
What I thought was eight months was right around five months, meaning that I gave the shock of their lives to my parents.
The one who saw me walking first was my mother, and what she walked into was her five-month-old child walking coming to a full stop looking dead into her eyes and having an expression that said: "who told you, you had to look at me?".
Mother Pov
As I was walking to see my son for the first time in three days, I stop and wonder if trying to advance my mage rank is essential compared to raising my son,
I think my family is more important, but every time I start thinking like that, I remember that a short few years ago, I had to flee my home and the only reason I could was that I'm a novice mage and meeting my husband.
I find my self smiling at the memory and wonder who's going to tell my son the story first,
My husband might tell the story with some fun twist or such where I would try and use the experience to teach him that strength is one of the if not the essential things in this dark, dark world.
And so having answered my question, I only ever had one choice to keep upgrading my mage rank.
After finding some internal peace I finally open my son's door,