As the baby's eyes fluttered open, a world of new sights and sounds came rushing in, overwhelming the tiny creature's senses. The soft light coming through the window cast a glow on the simple, rustic crib, and the gentle creaking of the wooden slats seemed to echo in the baby's ears. The baby was already very sensitive and he was beyond annoyed by these noises.
The baby's bald head, soft and pink, turned to take in the unfamiliar surroundings - the low ceiling with its exposed beams, the braided rugs hanging on the walls, and the small, dark furniture over the crib. Overall the room looked like a poor person was living in it however this was according to the baby who was watching this. The air was filled with strange, unfamiliar scents - the musky aroma of the blankets, the earthy smell of the rough-hewn walls, and the faint, underlying scent of something warm and sweet, like honey and cream but the baby still could not bear that smell which he found disgusting
As the baby's mother, Lily, scooped the baby up in her arms, the child let out a startled cry, his blue eyes wide with fear and confusion. Lily's face swam before his vision, her chestnut hair falling in soft waves around her gentle, smiling face. "Oh my dear baby I am so glad you came" she cooed, rocking the baby gently. "I'm your mother, Lily. Oh you are so cute". Though Lily was loving him the baby was beyond disgusted because she had that same weird smell and something else.
Behind Lily, a tall figure loomed - the baby's father, Thomas. He had a strong, muscular build, and his blonde hair was tousled in a way that spoke of a long day's work. His blue eyes, so like the baby's own, looked at the baby as he smiled down at his newborn son. "Oh a son I am so glad I would teach you everything about swordsmanship little man," he said, his deep voice rumbling in the baby's tiny ears. The baby was a little less disgusted by Thomas though he still was disgusted
Suddenly, a small hand poked at the baby's soft cheek, startling the baby into a fresh round of wailing. The baby's sister, Lily, giggled, her chestnut curls bouncing as she reached out to poke the baby again. The baby's tiny hands flailed, grasping at the air, and he felt a surge of fear and confusion at the strange, looming figures around him.
As the baby's eyes adjusted to the light, he took in the cozy farmhouse room, with its low ceilings and rough, wooden furniture. The fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows on the walls, and the warmth of the flames could be felt even from the rocking chair where Lily sat, cradling the baby close.
Lily settled back into the chair, adjusting the baby at her breast. The baby's cries quieted as he felt the warmth and comfort of his mother's body, and the sweet, familiar taste of her milk filled his mouth. The baby was disgusted howeverthe way he was positioned he could do nothing but drink it "No need to grow up soon take your time" Lily murmured, her fingers stroking the baby's bald head. "We want to spend as much time with you."
As the baby suckled and drifted off to sleep, the gentle rocking of the chair and the soft murmur of his mother's voice lulled him into a sense of peace and security. For now, the strange world around him faded away.
As Thomas gazed down at his newborn son's peaceful, slack features, he felt a profound sense of love and protectiveness wash over him. The baby's eyes, though unfocused and unseeing, seemed to hold the promise of a tranquil and contented life. Turning to Lily, he murmured, "He looks like a peaceful boy, doesn't he? One who will live a life untouched by strife and trouble."
Lily, her heart swelling with maternal love and a fierce desire to shield her child from life's hardships, readily agreed. "Yes, my love. Let's name him Rei, for a life filled with serenity and tranquility." The ancient name rolled off her tongue, its meaning resonating deeply with their hopes and dreams for their little one.
Little Hanna, the three-year-old sister, had been watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. At the sound of the name, her face lit up with a grin. "Hey, Rei woke up, and we named you!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her heels with excitement.
Thomas and Lily exchanged a glance, and Lily gently shushed her daughter. "Shh, dear. Don't wake him up, he's tired and sleeping," she admonished softly. They carefully placed Rei in the cradle, tucking the soft blankets around his tiny, slumbering form.
Seeing Hanna's disappointed pout at being denied further interaction with her newborn brother, Thomas had an idea. "How about this, my little sunbeam. I take you to the sunflower garden, okay?" he offered with a warm smile.
Hanna's eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I want to go to the sunflower garden!" she exclaimed, her previous dissatisfaction forgotten. Hand in hand, father and daughter left the room, leaving Rei to his much-needed slumber.
As the room emptied, Rei drifted to the dreams, blissfully unaware of the world around him. The sleep was due to the fatigue of both being born in this unfamiliar world and Rei jumbled emotions of fear and confusion after his arrival.