After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 148

Aberdeen City, 2 years ago

The sun had just risen, and its opening light slowly draped the city with a new day.

Althea, gently woken up by the early sun’s greeting, groaned and turned her head nestled in her arms. She seemed to have fallen asleep on the side of her husband’s hospital bed some hours prior.

She knew this judging by how stiff her shoulders were.

She rubbed the lethargy away from her eyes and stretched it away with big movements, freezing when she saw her husband staring at her the whole time!

"Husband!" She yelled, immediately scooting to the side of his bed, and looking at him apologetically.

She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for scaring him but when her eyes met his warm azure ones, her tear ducts, uncontrollably, broke again.

"I’m sorry…" Althea sobbed as she stared at the man who had just woken up.

Althea was not a crybaby, at least not for a long time, but when it came to Garan she felt like it was still as it was when they were children: Her tear ducts just did not know control at all.

Garan smiled, weakly wiping her tears. "Why are you apologizing, my love?"

"I shouldn’t have said–"

"That was not your fault, it is my own weakness."

Althea paused and only stared at the man, not knowing what to say.

She sniffed pitifully. But before she could get her own tissue the patient was already wiping it for her.

She hurriedly took the tissue and glared at him in embarrassment. "Please act like a patient."

Garan grinned. "Don’t be shy, wife."

She frowned, "Stop treating me like you have to care for me all the time! I’m not a baby!"

He continued to wipe her snot despite her glaring, and he gave out a fond smile. "I’ll always take care of you. It brings me joy."

She froze, and then flushed, making him chuckle.

Seriously. If he wasn’t injured she’d have punched him for all his teasing!

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[17 days of Protection Period]

Althea watched the two children snore in their new custom cribs, eyes filled with warmth and love.

Their babies were so beautiful and lovely and blessed. She wasn’t being biased when she said they were little angels brought down to the world to bring people warmth, light, and love.

She stared at them without any traces of boredom all the way until she heard them hum.

It was said that babies’ cried differently according to their needs. Althea was very interested in this theory and specifically looked at her omniscient tablet for it.

For example, low-pitched short cries likely meant the child was hungry and, because the baby’s tongue sticks to its palete, the sound that comes out was similar to ’neh’.

In contrast, choppy cries likely meant they were upset. Probably had to do with the baby being emotional or something.

Then, repeated ’Eh’ sounds—with the air coming out was brief and jerky—usually meant that the babies needed to burp.

It was all very interesting and Althea remembered reading the downloaded article with apt attention, repeatedly. _{freewebnøvel.com}