episode_0151

After returning to Germany after finishing my sparring and trading schedule in the Soviet Union, I decided to devote time to my family, which had grown by one member compared to when I left Germany for the Soviet Union.

If I had spent a little more time in the Soviet Union,

‘Actually, I was a communist, not a fascist. For a long time, I had considered myself an anti-communist under the belief that communism was a wrong idea, but while living in the Soviet Union, the homeland of communism, I had the opportunity to look into my inner self. Yes. I was never a fascist from the beginning, I was a communist. Therefore, I have not betrayed ideology.’

I would have ended up confessing my ideology in this way, completely stained red (in fact, I am still a ‘beefsteak Nazi’, black on the outside and red on the inside), but to commemorate my safe escape from the clutches of communism, I would like to thank my family who went to the Soviet Union with me. I had to pass the time.

The name of the main character, who recently came out of his mother’s womb and joined our family and is receiving a lot of attention from all members, is Io Hauser.

“Ayu~ We are here! They are very good at receiving their mother’s milk. Do babies learn how to eat food in advance while they are in their mother’s womb? It’s really amazing~”

This is what Elicia said while gently pinching Io’s cheek when she saw Io unconsciously sucking on the nipple in her mouth while calmly held in her mother’s arms, even though she had never taught her this.

“As a maid, please keep this fact in mind. That it is not the end with just the third lady. After giving birth to the third girl, the hostess gave birth to the fourth girl the same day, and is planning to become pregnant immediately after the fourth girls, who are identical twins, are born. As a maid, if you want to serve the hostess and her family well, this is a fact you must be aware of, right?”

As the head maid, it was Hannah who took good care of the newly born third girl so that she would not be uncomfortable, while disciplining the former instructor of the Astrakhan Military Academy who had been reduced to a maid after receiving a gift set of limb amputation + personality excretion + hysterectomy.

“Yes. Whether it is the first lady, the second lady, the third lady, the fourth lady who is currently in the hostess’s womb, or the girls who will come after that, as the maid of this family, I will definitely take care of them with love.”

The maid, a former instructor who was trained by the head maid, decided to give her name as Elysia, who answered mechanically with an expression that showed no human emotions, but clearly differentiated between my needs as a pregnant woman and the needs of the baby and took care of them. was the number one part-time job.

Like this, there was no one among us who didn’t love our youngest child, who had a lot of hair from birth, but among them, Bryn, who will turn 2 years old in the new year in a few weeks, was my favorite.

That’s right, I can’t help but like it because Bryn, who had fun playing with Free even when she had only one younger sibling to play with when her mother wasn’t around, now has another younger sibling.

I walked closer to Io, who had just gotten up from the crib and was stretching out, and looked at Bryn, who was smiling brightly.

Bryn thought it was really cute to see a smaller baby, who was a baby herself, yawning with her mouth wide open and twitching her fingers, so she put a piece of paper in her younger brother’s mouth and said this.

“My pretty dongsaeng…! Who on earth is my baby so cute?”

If Io had been able to speak from an early age like her sister, wouldn’t she have said, ‘Why do you talk like that when you’re a baby too?’

The scene where the baby looks cute at the smaller baby was contradictory and yet heart-warming.

On the other hand, Free, who had a history of transforming into a human baby by absorbing Bryn’s magic from the rabbit doll I made as a gift for Bryn this spring, did not really dislike Comrade, who was 0 years old and was born in the fall.

Unlike her sister, she did not try to die in silence at the birth of new life. because…

“Woooo…”

When he sees his older sister leaving him alone and his new younger sibling in the crib writhing around, he follows his older sister into the crib with his bunny ears hanging down and looks like he’s about to cry, and then strokes one of his older sister’s arms. Landscape showing.

Unlike her older sister, Free’s language skills are not yet completely clear, so on the outside she just looks like she’s crying, but as the children’s mother, I was able to easily guess what Free was trying to say.

‘I liked you first!’

‘I was born before the youngest, so I had fun playing with my sister!”

‘I’m cuter than the youngest!’

I think it might be something like that.

It’s really embarrassing because as a mother, I can’t take the side of any one child.

If she protects her biological child, she is acting like a bad stepmother from the fairy tales she enjoyed reading as a child. If she is too conscious of the image of the stepmother in fairy tales and only takes her stepdaughter’s side, she is being too harsh on her biological child.

Also, the problem is that whether Bryn likes Pri or Io or who she plays with, that’s her mind and I can’t interfere with it.

You can’t say, ‘Brin, don’t play with Io, only play with Free!’

Fortunately, Bryn noticed Free, who was clinging to her side and giving her a pitiful look, and took her eyes off Io, so Free’s crying stopped. I felt very fortunate that it was all sorted out before I left.

“Oguogu, are you upset because our free sister didn’t give it to you? Why are you crying~ Sister, come here later~”

“Kya…?”

When her older sister looks at her, Free looks puzzled at first, as if she didn’t know that her older sister would really care for her, but later she becomes convinced that her older sister’s love for her did not cool off with the appearance of her new younger brother, and smiles prettily.

“Heeheehee…”

After all, babies look prettier when they smile than when they cry.

Of course, crying isn’t really ugly, and a baby is something you want to protect, but it’s the heart of an ordinary person who wants to be able to keep a smiling face for a thousand years, if possible.

Meanwhile, Io turned her head and looked up at me with a chic expression, as if she wasn’t that sad about losing her half-sister’s attention to Free.

That alone was enough to figure out the tendencies of the three children.

Bryn, the eldest, says that her mother is the best in the world, but loves her younger siblings equally, and Free, the second child, likes to be held in her mother’s arms but wants to be an older sister – her siscon tendency is prominent, and the youngest child is Io has no particular interest in her sisters and is only interested in the mother who gave birth to her.

Bryn is mature for her age and knows how to use magic well (this also applies to Free), but Io is an ordinary child with nothing special, so you can feed her, play with her, and take her to the bathroom when she wants to. The existence of the mother cannot help but be absolute.

“Would you like to be held in mommy’s arms, Io?”

Then Io responds by nodding his head.

If my Io grows up a little more, he will be able to turn over on his own or crawl over to his mother’s arms like the other two children, but since that is not the case now, I have to hold him myself.

When Io, who was lying still in the baby bed, was lifted up and held in her arms, Elysia, who until then had only said that she was pretty and cute, changed her expression completely and showed her jealous teeth.

“Even though she is your daughter and has inherited half of my blood, seeing her in your arms makes me jealous. I should have been born as your daughter, not your husband.”

Well, I wasn’t embarrassed because Elysia didn’t do this for a day or two.

Even before Io was born, Elysia would get secretly jealous or openly cry like a baby whenever she saw me getting along well with Bryn or Free, which caught my attention, but this is good.

“If you had been born as my daughter and not my husband, you would have had to wait at least 20 years to marry me. Are you confident you can handle that?”

“Uh…? Now that I think about it, that’s true too. I am so fortunate to have been born with the destiny to become your husband.”

This time, fortunately, I was able to quell my jealousy in an instant.

Yes, you think it’s ridiculous to go from being born as my daughter to having to endure 20 years until she’s legally old enough to get married, right?

Even if you were 20 years old when we first met as mother and daughter, it would be impossible for you to marry me.

“Don’t talk about unhealthy things like mother-daughter incest in front of the kids, and if you have nothing else to do, play with the kids as the head of the household. Huh?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Afterwards, my wife and I spent time playing with our three children.