A week after Ruby's angel bomb speech revealed that his father had hustled his life in his mother's womb.
I'm the one who definitely led you to that bomb statement, so I can't deny the subtle flattery. I really didn't think Ruby was going to tell you, or that my father was going to work hard at night. No, I was just wondering, but I wasn't expecting it to extend to premises or anything as far as giving children away.
Well, I can't help but pass.
It's nice to have a new brother or sister for me. Ruby is also too angelic and hard, but he's been solid lately, and he shows a boy one scale. You feel like you're watching your minimum father swinging your sword.
Ruby, who followed me a little behind, is going to be your brother... kind of emotional.
Mother, who lived in the life of her new family, now has a lot to do and can lie on the floor.
I don't know because I've never experienced it before, but it seems to be quite painful and the complexion is not pleasant. I can't do it even if I want to replace you, so I just have to watch you until you're in stabilisation.
"... Mother, are you okay now?
I hate to interrupt where you're resting, so I'll knock and then I'll call you through the door. Now if you're asleep, let's get you back out, it's bad to wake you up.
Contrary to the concern, a calm voice immediately returned saying, "It's good," so I slowly open the door with reassurance that it doesn't seem to have disturbed me.
My mother was smiling in her father's mother's room, in her covered bed, in a position with her upper body up.
I'm not saying that complexion is excellent, but a soft smile and a relaxed atmosphere are the same.
Without compromising his beauty, his smile, which increased the color of Ning Lo's mercy, and his eyes, which had not lost their luminosity like that of a habitual girl, were as if he had rejuvenated. Though I only looked like I was in my twenties from the beginning.
"Don't hesitate. Come in."
If you are invited with an adorable grin of two children while my parents, and no mother of three, you will have to go with joy.
Running over as prompted, my mother reaches out to me with a smile that seemed to drip off the love of her full personality.
She stroked my mother's conceded hair, and I broke my face naturally, too. I didn't really get it when I stayed at Ruby's, but that doesn't seem to happen this time. Maybe the third person got used to it.
"Mother, are you feeling well?
"Yeah, because you're relatively good today. What's wrong with you?
"No, I missed my mother."
Can't you, my mother smiles moist and shakes her head at me with a slight anxiety and lowering her brow? My mother, who had her fingers through her hair the same color as my mother, pointed her hands at me and held her.
Cuddled against a plump chest, it fills with a warmth that invites fine sleep, like a mixture of asexual relief and well-being. At any moment, I can't help but love this warmth. Even though my sweet age is almost over.
"I think you've made Liz feel lonely. When you were Ruby, you couldn't really care less, could you?
"... I'm fine, Jill was there... Mother, you must have been busy."
If I told you I wasn't lonely, you'd be lying, but I had Jill on my side the whole time. I almost lost my temper, but I wasn't a kid on a boulder, and Jill was there, so I managed for it.
Me indulging in warmth while rubbing my cheeks against the rich fruit that a man would admire. Mother stroked my back smiling, not reluctantly.
"... Liz trusts Jill."
"Yes, because you are my valued squire"
He's kind, strong and well-dressed, my proud squire. Sometimes over-protection can cause dishes to be devastating, but acceptable. I guess I'm blessed that such a brilliant man is my squire or something.
Her mother had a pranky grin somewhere as she gradually raised her face from the swell. I don't think I have a child, an adorable and beautiful grin.
However, why does it make me uncomfortable when I'm stuck with that smile?
"Liz's not a kid yet."
I can't deny the teasing noise and I'll hold it down.
Well, I'm aware you're childish. I know my thoughts are young compared to the number of years I've lived. Jill often tells me.
I'm not willing to disobey, but my mother accepts me with a warm smile of spring sunshine as my lips create mountains a little longer.
It makes me think that my mother is unlikely to be enemies for the rest of my life, a merciful eye and mouthpiece that I cannot imitate very well. If I become a mother too, can I have that face?
If you gently still put your hands on your inflated thin stomach, your mother's palms will be worn from above it.
Like I want you to make sure, to convey the warmth for both of us to the little life behind our bellies. My mother slowly let me stroke each hand of mine.
"... I have Liz's brother or sister here."
"... yeah"
"Which is better for Liz?
"My sister is good, but I'm happy with both. Because it's a new family."
So whichever one is born, you'll be happy.
I told her so. My mother deepens her grin and stares at her own stomach with a melting look. With a very full look that seems the happiest in the world.
"I'm a happy man. Because my lovely husband has a lovely daughter and son, and then a new family. I want Liz to have a happy family someday."
"... for the time being, right?
"Still good, if Liz will marry someone she really loved"
My mother, who announced the opposite of her father's stance, would hold me close to my life still sleeping.
Still, a time when we don't even know how to move the fetus. Still, it's true my new family is here. Lovely, my family.
Will one day I, too, have a day when I think I am sincerely happy when I am given a child?
I don't know when that will be...... I wish I could come, such a day.