Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

EX) Lucia, prepare for hospitality

That day I was alone in my bedroom.

Mr. Ceres has been going to the Wang capital (Artad) for some time now for meetings. This is the Parliament where His Majesty Edoardo was started, but although it was only at its inception that we were able to rub a lot, it seems that as we went over it, we started to turn around smoothly.

In Parliament, people from various positions take their seats, but they still had a strong voice in the nobility initially. But His Majesty seems to have done a great deal to pick up the voices of merchants and civilians. "It seems that the Virgin can speak up," Mr. Ceres told me, "but I still think Maria, who is gone and continues to influence this world, is irreplaceable.

"What are you doing by now?"

I knew no one would respond, but I would leave with my mouth shut. Turn the drawn curtain and look out, but you just see the landscape sunk into the darkness.

"Father, I hope you come home soon"

I spoke to my child, who I had yet to see, stroking her grown stomach. When I speak unexpectedly, I react inside, so I stick with him, but also at this time, the shock came back from inside with Pokon.

I've been getting a lot duller movement lately, so I got scared, but that's what happens when the birth month approaches. I did feel a fishy move before, like twirling and spinning inside, but now it's enough to react to a conversation and kick a pokopoko, right? It's a complicated feeling that you want the fish in your stomach to disappear, that you're glad to see me close.

"Sounds like it's too soon. Shall we sleep some more?"

Is it still midnight instead of taking too many naps yesterday and dawn? Looks like there's still time for the sun to go up - but my eyes woke me up, but it still looks like I should have been lying down a bit more when I think about the kids. They say you should move because the birth month is close, but that doesn't seem to have much to do with getting up early.

That was when I tried to close the curtains.

In the sky, a flash of light rushes. The glowing light, unlike thunder, illuminated the entire sky brightly, but vanished in an instant. The whole thing, what is it?

I held my stomach by accident. It's not painful or anything, but it will take refuge.

But as the current sight was a dream, the outside was once again engulfed in darkness.

I got scared, and then I went back to my bunk, but I couldn't sleep very well.

"By appointment, my husband seems to be arriving soon."

Anaclerio, who looked at the letter from Ms Ceres, told me so in a kind voice. Mr. Kikka laughs happily at Mr. Anaclerio's words.

"You're going to make it to labor!

Mr. Kikka will always be at my side, although the cheerful language like before can only be done when we are alone. That was a great pleasure.

"This outing was a long time ago."

"I know how you feel, though."

Mr. Anaclerio and Mr. Kikka nod at each other when they understand.

It seemed that Mr Ceres had not initially intended to go to the congressional meeting in the midst of the impending birth month. Your Majesty seems to have said that's okay too, but by the time I got there and got back, I wasn't even going to have a baby yet, so I decided to ask him to go.

"Apparently, you're bringing back a customer."

"Customer?"

Until I had a child, I would go with them, but every time I went to Artad, you would come in and show your faces instead. There were times when I didn't see him, and Mr. Ceres seems to be bringing someone back. Is it around Mr. Gaius? I wrote to you to tell me that if I had a child, I would rush to celebrate.

"Well, we have to get ready for hospitality."

"Yes. Let's arrange it."

"Oh, me too."

"Your wife should concentrate on your child"

When I raised my hand, Mr. Anaclerio rejected me. Mr. Kikka will stroke your back so you can forgive me.

"But I'm ready to pick up the baby. I sewed birth clothes, I sewed diapers, I made small things, and Ceres made toys for me."

"But you shouldn't have to. Lucia won't be able to do it any time soon."

"The doctor told me I should move. Mr. Kikka would have heard that, wouldn't he? Can't we have a little bit?

Because I won't be forced, I finally got the job of choosing flowers to decorate my front door. I can't help but think of it as a job that doesn't work very well.

Accompanied by Mr. Kikka's husband, who serves as a gardener, I headed to the garden.