It is my second day in this new life, and I can already say that I hate being a baby.
After my birth yesterday, after a few minutes of consciousness, I felt an immense weakness that was made even worse by lying on my new mother's comfortable lap, which made me sleepy, and it really emputated me!
I mean, when I was in the womb I felt sleepy without making any effort and fell asleep, and as soon as I am born my body totally weakens and I pass out? Is that all babies do? SLEEP?
As soon as I woke up I realized that it was still very early, my mother was sleeping on my left side and my brother between her and me, my father was asleep drooling and with his arms crossed in the same chair as yesterday beside the bed. There was a small pillow behind me, probably to keep me from falling over in my sleep.
"Fuuuu" I sighed deeply, I guess that's the result of oversleeping. Since I fell asleep before everyone else, except for my brother who was already passed out as soon as he came back from his bath, it's normal for me to wake up earlier than them.
"Ronc" My belly started to rumble. Well, it makes sense, considering the fact that I am a newborn who hasn't even had his first meal yet. I don't want to wake up my mother right now, even though I am very hungry, I felt sorry when I remembered her screaming and howling in pain yesterday because of childbirth. So I could only sigh again.
Besides this issue of her being exhausted due to last night, there is another thing that bothers me. I, as a baby, can only feed myself through breastfeeding, and this is humiliating. If I were a normal baby, I'm sure there would be no problem, but the thing is that there is the conscience of a 16-year-old guy in this tiny little body.
Thinking about sucking my mother's tits makes me feel like a pervert. It's silly, I know, but it's the way I am and there's not much that can be done about it. All I can do is mentally apologize to this girl for having to let a teenager suck her off without her knowing.
- Waaaaaaahhh...
Suddenly my internal whining was interrupted by an inconsolable crying beside me, it's my brother. He's probably hungry too, since he slept even earlier than me last night. His crying is too loud, it is unbearable.
This situation reminded me of my favorite cartoon in my old world, Dragon Lol B. It was a very worldwide known anime about some superpowered guys and their fights to save the world. Very generic, but still pretty fucked up.
In this cartoon, there was a character who went crazy when he spent his first days of life in an incubator next to the main character who cried for days without stopping for a single second. I confess that if I were forced to spend days in this suffering that is hearing my brother screaming, I would probably go crazy too.
My father, upon hearing the crying, jumped up from the chair he was in, going straight into a fighting stance. Looking to the side and realizing that the source of the noise was in fact my hungry brother, he just wipes the trail of saliva on his chin and shakes my mother's shoulder trying to wake her up.
- Sweetheart... Sweetheart... Rina! - He spoke rocking her in an exhausted voice.
My mother doesn't react to anything, neither to my brother's loud crying, nor to my father pushing her non-stop.
"How does she do it?" I asked myself frowning, in disbelief.
And then, all of a sudden, she simply punches my father in the face, sinking her fist into his face so hard that I could almost see the poor guy's face being crushed into his skull. My expression was one of pure dread. At this rate I won't have a father for much longer.
- WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT IS ALL THIS SCREAMING? - She shouted angrily, sitting up, but still with her hand buried in my father's face.
- Ta... Papy... awoke... - Dad answered her, and I could tell by the way he spoke that his nose had probably been crushed by that punch.
- Ah. - My mother replied, pulling her fist away from her husband's face as she softened her expression.
She then turned to my brother with a warm smile as she picked him up from the bed and nudged him to stop crying. Behind her I could see my bewildered father, his eyes white, his nose crushed and he seemed to be missing a tooth. He just slid to the floor as his knees gave way, and fell to the side of the bed unconscious.
I was concerned about the fall and thought it was because he had suffered some sort of trauma from the force of the punch he had taken. But my worries soon proved unfounded as I began to hear his muffled snoring through the floor beside the bed.
"I guess trauma really only in this poor guy's mind. What a strong man, surely a pride to the race!" I thought in amazement that my father was able to sleep right after receiving a cross like that. I believe that not even Anderson Silva would be capable of such a feat. Mom is scary, that's for sure.
My mother realizes that just lulling her baby in her lap would not calm him down, and pulls her breast out of her dress by the wide collar, and starts to breastfeed him. My brother then immediately ceased his crying.
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After a few minutes of breastfeeding my brother, my mother puts him back to sleep where he was before. She then turns to me and sighs with a tired face, but then smiles and takes me on her lap.
- You must be hungry too, aren't you my love? - She said, poking my belly, which made me laugh at the tickling sensation.
Soon she grabbed her full bosom and maneuvered it into my mouth. I was very uncomfortable at first, but soon got the hang of it. It is really strange to have to go back to this stage of my life, no matter how much I think about it.
After a few minutes of being stuck in that situation, I finally felt satisfied and stopped sucking on the nipple. Mom noticed and put me back on the bed with a long sigh. She stretched her arms and stretched her back.
After that, she pulled her legs to the side, leaned on the bed rail and was about to stand up.
"Is she crazy?" I asked myself in my mind.
But I soon realized the foolishness in the question I had asked myself. Remembering the events of last night and this morning, it is obvious that this woman is crazy.
But before she could continue, my father, who had been asleep on the floor until now, must have heard the sound of the floor creaking under her foot. He then jumped up and held her down on the bed with wide eyes, my mother looking startled at how quickly the man had gotten up. The same could be said of me, in my mind there was only the question, "Why did I end up in this family of eccentrics?
- Are you crazy? - My father asked her.
- What? - She answers without understanding.
- Katarina, you gave birth yesterday! - he said scolding her.
- And? - She answered him nonchalantly.
- And?! You... How can you... Huff, forget it. - Dad said, sighing in displeasure at this woman's irresponsibility towards herself. I did the same. - Just... Just lay there and rest with the kids, and if you need anything, call me and I'll do it. I'll do the housework and take care of the forge.
She just smiled and nodded in agreement, and went back to bed. My father then went into another room and returned with a fruit basket, handing it to my mother.
- Thank you, dear! - she said smiling happily. - And by the way... Why does your nose look crooked? - Mom asked curiously.
"Doesn't she realize what she's done? OK, my mom definitely has issues." I thought a little frightened.
- It was nothing, I fell. - He answered smiling as he tried to straighten his now crooked nose. And surprisingly he managed to put it back in place.
My mother shrugged her shoulders at his answer and began to peel the fruit from the basket. My father then changed his clothes and put on some kind of apron, picked up a huge bag that seemed to contain work tools, and left the room.
- Darling! - My mother shouted as she chewed on an apple.
- What? - Dad answered her, showing his head back to the door to look at her.
- Kissy kiss. - She said closing her eyes and pouting in the direction of the door.
My father smiled and came over to kiss her affectionately.
"So they still love each other, despite everything." I thought smiling. It really is a strange relationship, these two. But everything seems to work out at the end of the day.
- I love you! - she said smiling, but her hopeful eyes seemed to expect something from the man in front of her.
He smiled back.
- I love you too, honey. Now I'm going to the workshop because the weapons won't forge themselves. - He said, heading for the door again.
My mother smiled looking satisfied and went back to savoring her fruit.
"So Dad is a blacksmith... Interesting." I watched him thoughtfully.
- Tell the midwife to send Little Bell to help me later! - said my mother with a piece of fruit in her mouth.
- OK," my father's muffled voice answered as he seemed to walk out the door of the house.
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I believe it is now around five o'clock in the afternoon.
My mother is sewing (still lying in bed), my brother is sleeping (That kid is worse than me...), and I am being nursed in Bella's lap, the little redheaded girl who gave me a bath yesterday.
- Thanks again for coming to help me, Bela, especially now that Igor won't even let me get out of bed. Men are such slackers, there's no way around it," said my mother, a little irritated, without stopping her sewing.
- You're welcome, Ms. Rina," Bella smiled back. - Although you really shouldn't get out of bed one day after giving birth to twins. - she added, whispering so that my mother could not hear.
- I am really surprised that a girl of only six years old like you can be so helpful with homework. - My mother said.
- It's just that Miss Julía always makes me do my homework. I was even surprised that she let me go to help you. - Bela answered in a slightly melancholic tone, looking at me and stroking my belly button. - I believe she allowed it because Ms. Rina gave birth to twins, so it is a more delicate recovery process. - He added, smiling.
- It must have been. - My mother noticed the melancholy in the girl's voice and smiled back at her reassuringly. - Well, it looks like I'm done.
Mom says as she picks up what she was sewing and holds it up with her arms in front of her face, looking for any flaws or imperfections that needed repair.
Only now did I realize that she was sewing a little wool cap. And with a name printed on it. Askalyn.
"Is that my new name? What kind of idiot would give that name to a child? Nevertheless, the hat is kind of cute..." I thought in bewilderment.
She confirms with a smile how the hat is just the way she had planned and hands it to Bela, gesturing her to wear it on me.
It is really comfortable and warm, and you can see the care and love with which this little hat was made.
This creates a warm feeling on my little baby cheeks, which makes me giggle silly.
My mother then takes another hat next to her that is identical to mine, but has another name printed on it. Erick.
"A normal name, I see..." I thought nonchalantly.
She then carefully places it on the head of my sleeping brother. He stretches a little and gives a cute smile.
- I wish they could stay small like this forever. - Bella said with a silly smile as she stared at me.
- I'm glad these little kids like it. - Completed my mother crossing her arms and smiling.
*Creak
My father then walks through the bedroom door, all dirty with what looks like wood dust and soot.
- What a beautiful thing these two in their little caps! They've taken after their father's beauty for sure! - said my father, approaching Bella and me with his arms outstretched.
Bella stared at him with an incredulous expression on her face, wondering how he could possibly want to hold a dirty newborn baby like that. She then backed away a little.
My mother stopped him with a punch in the stomach before he got too close, which caused him to spit up a bunch of saliva.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEY TOOK AWAY DAD'S BEAUTY? ARE YOU SAYING THAT I'M UGLY? - said mom with a fierce expression at the man kneeling with his hands on his stomach at the side of the bed.
- It was... a.... joke... My love! - replied my father, pausing all the time to catch his breath.
- And go take a shower before you spread some disease to our children. You're filthy. - She said, wiping the hand that she had used to punch him with a handkerchief that was beside the bed.
He got up and walked out, still breathing heavily with his hand on his stomach. Bella stared at my mother in awe as she wrapped her arms around me to protect me.
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My father returned a few minutes later already clean, wearing another outfit and drying his hair with a towel. He then approaches me and Bella extending his arms to hold me.
Bella hands me over after confirming that all the dirt on her body had already been washed off. This makes him look at her a little annoyed.
- Well Mr. and Mrs. Gülfr, I have to go home now. Lady Julia told me to come back as soon as possible to finish her rituals. - said Bella, bowing to my parents respectfully.
- You know you can call us by our names, right dear? - asked my mother annoyed.
- Oh, sorry Ms. Rina. It's force of habit, Tee-hee. - Bella smiled back as she tapped her head lightly in a silly gesture.
She then ran out the door while waving to us.
- And how is work going dear? - My mother turned to my father with a serious expression.
My father looked at her thoughtfully, before sighing and sitting down on the bed rail with me on his lap.
- The situation is getting worse, dear. It seems that the southern countries have gone to war for good now? - He says seriously as he stares at me playing with my little hands.
"War?" I thought worriedly.
- At war? But this... - Mom said terrified approaching my father on the bed.
- Yes. The Lord came to inform me at the forge. Now it's only a matter of time before King Ronald decides to invade Luminia, you know how obsessed he is with that kingdom... - My father said interrupting my mother with a sad expression.
- No. YOU ARE NOT GOING! - shouted my mother.
- Sheesh! Honey, Erick is still sleeping. - said my father, putting his index finger to his lips.
- Igor, you can't go, not now. We finally get out of one war and you want to get involved in another? - she said wistfully as she pressed the sheet. - Just when we've finally started our family again?
- I don't think it's me you need to worry about, dear. I am the only Master Blacksmith left in the country, it is unlikely that the King will send me there at the risk of losing his precious weapons. - He said, smiling and scratching his nose smugly. - The biggest problem is how long this war will last... - he added with a sad expression.
"Fuck! Looks like I won't be able to have a peaceful life here either. Why did a war have to start right after I was born, what kind of luck is that." I thought indignantly.
- That means... Our children... *Sniff* - My mother began to cry and pressed the sheet even tighter against her face.
- Don't worry so much, dear. We will make them strong enough to bear all this, just like we have. - My father said, holding her shoulder and smiling.
My mother then returned the hug and finished crying on my father's shoulder.
"Damn the Dark Ages. It's just war all the time. Well, the only thing I can do is start training as early as possible to be able to survive this war." I thought with determination and a hint of anger.
I looked at my brother sleeping next to me with a cute smile, and then watched my parents cuddled up above me, while my mother cried inconsolably.
"I need to stay strong, I'm not going to let anything separate me from my family in this life either." My soul boiled in determination.
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