After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 431

[55 Days after The Migration]

Altera.

A new day had begun and the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains. Althea stirred in her cozy bed and, in her half-daze, she heard the soft and melodic giggling of babies that eventually pulled her from the depths of sleep.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and stretched her arms to completely remove the slumber out her system.

She slightly turned her head to the side, realizing her husband and the babies were on the floor cot, playing.

Her husband was wearing a comfortable cotton shirt and pajamas, but his back was straight and he had a stern expression on his face. It was as if he was studying a battle plan while cross-legged on the floor.

However, the difference was that even with a stoic face, the warmth in his eyes was overflowing.

Near him were the two babies giggling and crawling around him, their tiny hands carrying them everywhere on the cot. They were super adorable and she wanted to pat those butt and poke their chubby cheeks just because.

She shifted on the bed to get a better look, but Garan heard it instead. He turned and he immediately stood up when he saw her awake. With his masculine strides, he reached her a second later and sat next to her on the bed.

"I’m sorry wife, did we wake you?" He asked, patting her head. She smiled and rubbed her face on his palm.

"It’s fine. It’s just the right time to wake up," she said, "What were you doing?"

Garan smiled in response, his arms finding their way behind her neck and legs, lifting her up without warning.

She habitually wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. They went to the cot and he settled her on his strong thighs as he sat.

Seeing their mother near them, the babies immediately called to her with their baby language, crawling to approach. Their little butts were shaking as they passionately went towards her.

"Mwaahhmwahhh…"

"Googuumghu…"

Althea giggled as she let go of her hold on her husband, albeit she was still comfortably sitting on him.

She excitedly turned to Garan, "Husband! They’re crawling so quickly on their own now!"

It was as if they forgot little Meatball actually floated, but that was a matter for the future—especially when the baby boy never did it again.

It got to the point that they thought they both drank too much and imagined the whole thing.

Anyway, at her words, Garan nodded with a smile. "When I woke up, I saw them in their crib, on all fours and staring at us," he said, "I decided to help them exercise."

Althea’s lips pursed at the image and she watched as the children crawled to her. Slowly, and a bit unstable, but progress was made.

They were only a few months old…

To be honest, her heart squeezed a bit whenever she saw them behaving in ways too advanced for their age, but no one could answer her doubts.

And, again, Little Meatball had actually floated (assuming it was true).

But whatever it meant, they loved their children and they’d figure it out together.

Garan watched his family warmly and the couple looked at their unstable son, who lost his footing er, no, arm…ing? He fell down cheek first on the soft cot, and Althea almost sat up to help him.

Strong arms wrapped around her torso though, and her husband’s warm breath blew on her ears. "No, my wife, let him get up on his own."

The couple watched the babies crawl to them without any assistance. At some point, Little Pepper had already reached her, her soft tiny hands patting her legs.

Althea’s heart melted as she took the baby to her lap and sent multiple smooches on her chubby face.

Little Meatball was also crawling towards them, but a lot less stable than his older sister.

Garan pursed his lips. "Alphonse Witt, You ought to train your arms more…"

Althea rolled her eyes and pinched her husband’s cheek. "He’s a few months old!"

He looked at her dotingly—but it was that look he had when he thought she was being silly.

"He’s the man of the house after me. He ought to learn how to protect you and his sister."

Althea knew there was no talking him out of this. She could only thank the heavens little Meatball couldn’t walk yet, or else who knew what kind of training he’d be thrown to.

Speaking of training, they hadn’t been able to go to the training hall yesterday.

Garan rubbed his wife’s curvaceous waist when he noticed her in a daze. "What’s wrong, wife?"

"I forgot because the fight yesterday was so tiring… but… the Training Hall could finally be upgraded!"

She paused and looked at the baby boy struggling to climb her thigh, only to fall back down the cot again. The momentum made him roll like a ball.

So cute.

She giggled, taking the babies in her arms, and gently squeezing their noses. "After eating, of course."

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