episode_0131

A few days after giving birth, when I was discharged from the hospital, Lager cooked me beef and seaweed soup.

“It’s delicious. Why are you so good at it?”

“This much is basic.”

“Really cool and refreshing.”

“It goes well with rice, right?”

“Yeah.”

Chicken breast salad and pumpkin salad, which I had never tried before because they were too much of a hassle, were also served as side dishes. It seems that Lager had looked up a lot of things while I was concentrating on postpartum care.

“Fresh vegetables help with digestion, and pumpkin is good for reducing swelling. Chicken breast is a source of protein.”

“You studied a lot.”

“If you want to get well soon, I have to do well by your side.”

“Is it okay?”

“I’m planning to make abalone porridge for dinner later. Is that okay?”

“Thank you so much.”

It’s a little touching, isn’t it?

Fortunately, the clouds are aware of Lager’s hard work in preparing and he sleeps soundly without disturbing her mealtime.

This is something I realized after giving birth, but newborns really sleep a lot. If there are 24 hours in a day, they seem to spend two-thirds of that time sleeping. The problem is that they don’t sleep soundly all at once, but wake up and sleep in the middle repeatedly, so it’s very tiring for the mother.

In fact, it’s really lucky that I can eat my meal this leisurely. Once I wake up, I cry and whine so much that it’s a lot of work to put him back to sleep.

“I feel that way these days.”

“What?”

“Why, you put that sign on the door saying, ‘The baby is sleeping.’”

“Oh, right.”

“When my child wakes up for reasons that aren’t really my fault, I get so angry that I can’t stand it.”

Lager, who had been carelessly waking up the child several times, flinched.

Yeah, that’s what I told you to be careful about.

“But the only one who thinks of me is you.”

“Right… right?”

“Okay, okay. Mmm! It’s delicious.”

I can’t complain in front of such a hearty meal, so I’ll end it here. You have to give me lots of compliments so I can treat you better in the future.

“Oh, but there is this.”

I put down my spoon and changed the subject.

“There are two things we need to discuss urgently.”

“Oh, right.”

“Do you know what I’m going to say?”

“Of course.”

“What is it?”

“That’s it. Cloud’s real name and wedding.”

“Wow!”

Why are you so perceptive! It’s so touching.

“First of all, I don’t like using Cloud as my real name.”

“After all, ‘Cloud Godin’ doesn’t sound like a girl’s name.”

“That’s right. But if we call it ‘Cloud Godin’, ‘Cloud’ is the name of a cigarette.”

“Is there a cigarette like that?”

He was much younger than me in terms of smoking experience, and other than red cigarettes, he had never smoked menthol or lager.

I quit smoking a few months ago, but Lager also quit smoking after finding out she was pregnant, so the taste of flicking a cigarette butt is probably vague.

“Anyway, Ale, so what’s good?”

“I’d like a name that’s somewhat safe but also related to us.”

“It’s not easy to do that when naming it in English.”

“That’s kind of true.”

The reason we haven’t come up with a name yet is not because we’re lazy, but simply because we haven’t come up with a name we like. We also decided not to ask other people who are obviously going to do a beer brand parade or something, and it would be great if we could figure it out ourselves, but we haven’t come up with a name that feels just right for almost a year.

Just then, Lager clapped his hands and let out a cheer.

“Wow! I just had a really great idea. Why didn’t I think of this?”

“What is it?What is it?”

“You’re ‘ale’. I’m ‘lager’.”

“That’s right.”

“So, take one letter each.”

“Laila Godin” How about it?

I liked it!

“Wow, this is perfect!”

“Right? Why didn’t I think of this before?”

“That’s right, your name is pretty!”

Laila Godin.

It was a name that was perfect for our cute, chick-like baby.

But, either because the naming process was a bit noisy or because of a wish, the baby, who had been put to sleep so well, suddenly starts crying.

“Eww, eww… .”

When I ran over to him, he was struggling with a sad expression on his face as if he was unhappy with something.

Now that we’ve decided on a name, let’s call it.

“Laila, what should mommy do for you? Is our princess sleepy?”

I tried patting his belly to see if I could put him back to sleep, but he kept whining as if he didn’t like it.

“Um… .”

Are you hungry?

It’s so fascinating to hear other mothers say they can guess what their baby wants just by listening to the sound of their baby crying. To me, it just sounds like a cry.

In a hurry, I quickly unbuttoned my pajama shirt and exposed my chest. If you want to breastfeed at any time while raising a child, it is more comfortable to wear a button-up shirt than a T-shirt.

“Eung, eww, woof, woof… .”

Fortunately, Layla was truly hungry, as she sucked hard and soon became quiet.

After confirming that the crying had stopped, Lager quietly entered the bedroom and asked.

“How about clouds, or rather, Layla?”

“I guess I was hungry.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Eat well, very well.”

“Really? That’s good. You’re not sick or anything?”

“It’s still okay.”

Lager quietly came behind me and rubbed my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden touch of Lager’s hand and my shoulder shook.

Then, Lager reacted with a bit of bewilderment and disbelief.

“What, what all of a sudden. Embarrassing.”

“No, that, that, that’s, thank you, but… .”

It seems a bit odd for me to suddenly have this thought here… .

It was out of nowhere, but Lager’s hands gently wrapped around me, so warm and solid. It felt like electricity was flowing back into an electronic device that had been discharged for a long time, rejuvenating it.

So, if I had to explain this subtle feeling in one word… .

“Lager, you know. Don’t think it’s weird… .”

“Huh?”

“I, uh, um… .”

Was it really that embarrassing?

However, there was a gap of 10 months after the pregnancy, and during that time, they had been implicitly practicing moderation.

The touch of lager, which I hadn’t felt in a long time, suddenly turned the switch that had been off.

“When are we going to make our second one?”

I want to have sex with you, I miss your touch and your towering hard dick so much.

…I couldn’t say that out loud, so I said it indirectly.

“My dear, do you want to unite with me again?”

Well, that’s what it says.

I nodded, biting my lips tightly in helpless shame.

And on the other hand, I was a little worried.

Of course not, but I have a vague fear that I might no longer be attractive after having a child.

I worry that I might not be able to love Lager as passionately as I used to.

But it’s funny and embarrassing to bring up such a topic first, so I haven’t been able to bring it up.

But Lager must have already planned it all out, because he said, “Wait a minute” and went out to the living room and came back with his cell phone.

What Lager showed on his cell phone was D-27 on the calendar.

I thought long and hard about what would happen 27 days later, but nothing really stood out.

Lager smiled contentedly at me as I was being teased, and declared confidently.

“There are 27 days left until we have sex again.”

“What…?!”

“I looked it up on the internet and it says that for the mother’s health, she should rest for about 4 weeks after giving birth… .”

“Are you crazy?!”

I lowered my voice and shouted. Lager scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed expression, but I wasn’t going to blame him for crossing the line again.

“I waited for 10 months and now you want me to wait another month?!”

This is ridiculous, this is over the line!

How could I endure this and have this happen again!

“Lager, think about it. I am the strongest being in this world who can recover from a fatal sword wound and get up right away. Right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So it’s not right to apply the standards of ordinary mothers to me. Isn’t it?”

“Still, just in case… .”

“Lager.”

“Huh?”

I laid Layla, who was already sound asleep, back in her crib and slowly pushed her shoulder and pushed her into the living room.

Then, as he was walking backwards, his leg suddenly got caught on the sofa.

I asked, running my fingers over Lager’s chest.

“You don’t want to do it with me?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. Ale, I really want to do it. But I’m worried about you… .”

“Then erase that date.”

As I said that, I brought the finger that had been running across Lager’s chest to my mouth.

In that moment, a shard the size of a baby’s fingernail glowed and seeped into my body from my right hand.

I lifted my tail and grabbed Lager’s leg, then laid him down on the sofa and climbed on top of him.

“Did you see? It got better with my fingers.”

“This, no, hey… .”

“I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Giving birth hurt, right? Are you sure you’re okay? No, or at least a condom… .!”

“Lager. Noisy.”

Just stab it with your tail again.

Unable to hold back my rising breath, I hastily unbuttoned my shirt. Before I could even take off my clothes, I hastily pushed up Lager’s top and pulled down his pants.

This atmosphere, this smell.

… I feel like I’m going to turn around.

“Let’s have the wedding meeting on the sofa.”

That day, I was so happy that I drank lager all night long after 10 months of drinking.

Lager was also a bit shy at first, but as soon as he got into the actual game, his sadistic sexual desires flared up for the first time in nearly a year, turning my butt bright red.

We had passionate sex all night long, it was amazing how we both held it together.

The result is.

“… This can’t be real.”

Exactly two weeks later.

It was news about Layla’s younger sister.