After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 472

[61 Days after The Migration]

The first rays of the morning light gently filtered through the curtains and entered the room, illuminating its occupants.

Instead of the bed, however, a certain couple was currently near a wall, facing it. Garan sat on a sturdy wooden chair, back straight, and a cotton towel draped over his shoulder.

Crawling on their crib were the adorable babies who cooed as they saw their parents looking away from them for a long time. The audacity.

At this time, Althea was helping her husband get a haircut, and their babies were their reluctant audience.

"Mmhmwawa…."

"Ghmghmn…"

They continued calling on them making noises until Althea finally couldn’t take the milky voice attacks. She went to the babies to give them smooches on their soft faces.

They looked at her with those large eyes and made more noise, as if asking for more. They even cutely pouted their lips to tell her. Her heart melted, smooching their incredibly soft faces a few more times before finally lifting her head.

"Behave," she told them before turning back to her husband, who looked at her with a blank stare, though she knew he also wanted a smooch.

She rolled her eyes, but she gave him a peck anyway. "You, too," she said, turning his head to make him look in front. "Don’t move."

"Yes, wife," he said, being very well-behaved. Their children also watched their parents, making mild baby noises, as if communicating in their own language.

If one looked at how their cute expressions changed here and there, they’d think that this was indeed the case.

Althea stood behind Garan, and in her hand was a pair of scissors Garan manifested himself. She combed through his hair, gently untying knots, and soon the scissors resumed action.

Her emerald eyes looked at the reflection of her husband in the mirror, making sure everything was nice, neat, and symmetrical.

The mirror in front of them was something she managed to take away from the hotel back then. For now, it was the only large mirror in the territory, and it was now witnessing a simple but tender moment between a loving couple.

She carefully trimmed his hair, fingers moving with precision—practiced, and she couldn’t help but purse her lips at the amount she was cutting. "I know it had gotten a bit long," she said. She then cut it to the length that suited him best—practical and aesthetical—which was well above the ears.

They actually noticed this because she held on to too much of his hair in their lovemaking the previous night, and her fingers actually got tangled there.

Even when she wanted to pull out her hand, it got stuck, until she was plundered so wildly that she lost her mind and it just stayed there—tangled in his locks—until the next morning.

Thus, it led to the current scene.

As for the babies, no, they weren’t there last night. They had been deposited back early that morning because Sheila had to go to the clinic early due to a particularly large mob that found them in the middle of the night last night.

Anyway, back to the haircutting, because he was never fond of others touching him, Althea really was the one who did his hair. The only exemption was during the three months here in which he had to do himself.

Althea felt a little guilty for forgetting about this, while he felt very guilty for making her work because he knew he had been very… hard… on her the previous night and she must be very tired.

"It wasn’t that painful my love," he said with a smile, looking at his wife via the mirror. "I like it when you pull my hair."

This earned him a shy knock on the head. Blushing, she proceeded to nag him. "Yeah, but your hair is still too long. Didn’t you see Little Meatball grabbing things with his whole being? Want him to pull out your hair?" _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

She snapped a few more locks with passion. "Do you want to go bald?"

"Oh no, I know you like pulling hair when making love. Hopefully, I will never get bald."

She rolled her eyes and just continued her job, making sure it was perfect. Her husband was so handsome, how did she bear let him cut it himself!

For a while, only the sound of scissors snipping and their soft breathing (and the baby mumbles and coos of course) was heard in the room. When it was done, Althea smiled and she looked smugly at their reflection in the mirror.

"Hm, very handsome," she whispered, and it made Garan’s eyes darken. He gestured to turn around to pull her to his thighs, but then their sharp ears heard some subtle sounds outside.

Althea blinked and walked away (avoiding Garan’s claws by accident) to the Youli window. She opened it to see raindrops falling down.

She looked at the people below who had either taken up their umbrellas (made from oiled cloth), put on their hats, or just ran for some shade before closing her windows again.

"The past few weeks the weather was really nice. It’s been a while since we saw such a downpour…"