The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 651: I guess our child is really our child

Parents had such weird thoughts sometimes. Or perhaps it was just me.

Even while my heart ached from my baby’s miserable wailing, I wanted to quickly show this face to Natha--not out of concern, but glee. It would be different if Shwa was crying because he was sick, but knowing he was missing me so much he cried so sorrowfully. I wanted to show off for a bit.

"Should we go to your Daddy’s office?" I swayed my baby in contemplation but in the end, I decided to go to the recreation room across the nursery.

After all, I didn’t want to disturb the people who were doing their best at the end of the working hours. As much as I saw my children as the most adorable things in the world, not everyone was fond of children or babies. The thought of someone feeling annoyed by my baby’s cry, even if it was done secretly, broke my heart.

"Let’s bring you around when you’re in a better mood, Shwa," I stroked the plump cheeks flushed from crying. The wail had turned into sobs, but his grip on my hair and tunic was still tight. "We’ll go see the aquarium Daddy made for Papa. Oh, but you can’t go swimming inside like Jade, okay?"

"Uu...u-uu...waa...waa!"

His voice was made with a mixture of sobs, yells, and a bit of choking. I patted him with a sigh--half because of his cuteness, and half because I was disappointed for not knowing what he wanted to say.

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"He scolds you."

I raised my face, which automatically brightened at the sight of my son’s older twin. I had just thought about telling someone to call for Natha, but he was already here, looking a bit disheveled like he just had a bout.

"Did you run here?"

"I felt your presence and heard his cry," Natha said while loosening his collar. "I was in the training ground."

My brow arched. "That’s rare...did you train with the soldier?"

"...I need some release," Natha turned his head away, which only made me able to see the tip of his reddened eyes poking between his dark strands.

Whether it was the daddy or the baby, my men were all cuties.

I laughed and beckoned him closer. "Tell me what he’s scolding me for."

Natha took a deep breath and snapped his fingers to rid himself of the sweat and tidied his appearance. Rather disappointing, since I loved his rugged appearance. But, well...Natha was handsome in any way, so...

"He questioned why you had to go for so long," Natha finally answered my question while sitting beside me, leaning against my shoulder to look at the sobbing baby. "He was upset because it had been a long time since you hugged him and slept with him in the same bed."

"Is that so?"

"He scolds you for going away for so long, and upset because you’re going to leave again soon."

"Hmm..." I glanced at the demon clinging to me with the guise of stroking the sobbing baby’s hair. "Are those his thoughts, or yours?"

Natha chuckled and turned his face to kiss my shoulder, trailing his lips along my neck, to my jaw, and my cheek. Soft laughter escaped my lips before I impatiently turned my head and caught his smiling lips.

"Both," he whispered against my lips. "We missed you too much."

Phew...one of them was crying and one of them beating up the soldiers. I looked down and showered the sad-looking baby with kisses. "Will you grow up like your daddy too? Tormenting your subordinates when you want to vent?"

"I’m not tormenting them..."

I ignored the weak protest and continued to kiss my baby until he stopped sobbing completely. The round green eyes looked at me keenly, almost like glaring. It was evident that he felt tired from crying so hard in the middle of his nap time, but he refused to sleep, clutching my hair tightly.

Just looking at this tenacity, I already knew he was Natha’s twin, and would probably grow up inheriting his daddy’s personality. The way he didn’t want to let me go or let me off his sight reminded me of the time Natha always hovered around me before the Demon God’s trial.

"Just sleep," I chuckled while wiping her wet cheeks with a soft cloth. "I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up, okay? I’ll feed you myself later, but you need to finish your nap, baby."

I heard that maintaining a strict sleep schedule from their infant days would build a good habit of going to bed and waking up on time in the future. Since sleeping well at night could help development, I didn’t want to disturb the cycle.

"Maybe you should sing him a lullaby," Natha suggested.

"I’m not as good as Angwi, though..."

"No voice is more beautiful than one’s mother when they were a child," Natha said.

Was that so? I couldn’t remember my mother’s voice no matter how hard I tried, and...I wasn’t exactly a mother, right? Well...maybe in a conceptual sense...

Looking at the adorable glare of my son, however, a chuckle slipped out of my mouth, followed by the only lullaby I knew--something my grandma used to sing for me. In the past, I always thought she was singing gibberish; but the melody was beautiful, so my mind automatically remembered it. After her death, I used to mumble the melody and the gibberish every time I missed her, although I stopped when my parents scolded me for being too noisy.

Who would have thought that it was a lullaby for druids? Only after I learned the language did I find the gibberish to not be a gibberish at all.

Fascinating, wasn’t it?

Whether it was because of the lullaby, or because he couldn’t keep his exhaustion at bay anymore, the green eyes flickered and slowly closed. The funny thing was...he still clutching my hair tightly, and when I tried to lay him in the bassinet, he moved restlessly. His face scrunched and his brows dipped low in a frown.

Gosh--he was so adorable.

Thus, I had no choice but to carry him everywhere--which made Natha rather sulky. He grabbed me and placed me on his lap, so the both of us nestled snuggly in his embrace while he sniffed my neck and inhaled my scent.

Cuties.

"Is it weird that I feel happy seeing him cry like that earlier?"

"You do?" Natha mumbled absentmindedly, burying his face in my hair.

"Yeah," I stroked the tiny parted lips that turned into an o-shape while he was sleeping. "He usually acts so calm and...mature, for a baby his age," I sighed. "It makes me worried sometimes."

Natha stopped his ministration when he heard the heavy tone that I used. The soft tapping on my arms told me he was pondering about my words. "Are you worried he won’t be like normal children?"

Hmm...that sounded wrong, somehow. It wasn’t like we could define what was normal in this world with so many races that had different measurements about the age of consent and adulthood. What kind of children could be considered normal? Which race should we adhere to when he had three equal essences blending inside of him?

"I just...want him to express himself more--why are you laughing?"

I narrowed my eyes at the shaking head on my shoulder. I could feel the ripple of his shaky breath behind me as he tried to hold the sound. He only answered after I nudged him in annoyance.

"No, it’s just..." he smiled and kissed my cheek with his leftover laugh. "You finally understood my feelings, sweetheart."

Huh? Whatever did he mean by that?

"I expressed myself openly, though?"

"Only recently" he flicked my nose, smirking behind my earlobe. "You keep hiding your feelings and anxiety from me at the start, thinking you shouldn’t bother others with your problem."

Was...was I?

"Sure, your face showed everything, but you hardly show what you want, because you used to think that you didn’t need anything," his voice dipped slightly, as if he was sullen. "Because you thought there was no point in desiring anything."

Oh, well...I mean...it wasn’t like I knew I would live again after I died. What could I ask, anyway? I couldn’t go on vacation or eat the delicious food I was on the screen because of my condition. What was the use of luxury goods if I had nowhere to wear them? All I wanted to ask was for someone to accompany me, but be it Ceci or Natha, they couldn’t stay long.

Ah...yeah, I guessed I was too used to not desiring anything that when Natha told me to be greedier, I became confused instead.

"But I’m glad that you’ve become more comfortable in asking people about what you want and what you need," Natha whispered tenderly, placing his hand above mine, which was stroking our child. "Just like how we want Shwa to be with us, living like a real child."

"...it’s because he is a real child," I bit my lips, sinking deeper into his embrace. "He is our son. He is real."

"Yes," Natha hugged us tighter, feeling warm despite his coldness. "Yes, he is."

And just like Natha said, I would fight for it no matter what. It was my greediness, my selfishness; but there was no reason for me to feel bad about it.

Exhaling slowly, I released the tension accumulating in my body while drowning in both my husband’s and my son’s temperatures. It was nice. It was perfect.

It would be so perfect, if it wasn’t for the emergency call I received the next day.