Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Rebirth

Reincarnation.

The concept of reincarnation is an absurd notion, with some believing in it fervently while others dismiss it entirely.

Atticus did not believe in rebirth.

He thought that death was the end.

However, as if trying to laugh at his face…

"Congratulations, it's a baby boy. He looks like Avalon"

Atticus watched as the doctor wrapped him gently in soft blanket and passed him to a woman siting weakly on a lavish hospital bed.

The woman possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who laid eyes upon her. Her hair, a cascade of flowing golden strands, shimmered like sunlight, framing a face that radiated warmth and grace. Her sparkling cerulean eyes held depth that seemed to whisper secrets of thousand stories.

Her features were delicate and perfectly proportioned, with high cheekbones that accentuated her flawless complexion. Her rosy lips curved into a captivating smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that gleamed with a joyful expression.

"He is not crying. Why, Xiomara?" Anastasia's voice was laced with concern as she leaned closer, her brows furrowing in worry. Her maternal instincts were on high alert, and she couldn't help but wonder why her little one was unusually quiet. "Is something wrong?" she muttered softly, her gaze fixed on her baby.

Xiomara, the experienced doctor, met Anastasia's gaze with a thoughtful expression. "There are instances where infants may not cry immediately after birth," she explained gently, her professional demeanor helping to soothe the worried mother.

"Please continue to rest for a couple of days, and if you notice any unusual changes or concerns, do not hesitate to inform me." Xiomara's own curiosity was piqued by the rare occurrence; despite her medical knowledge, encountering such a situation firsthand still managed to be a perplexing anomaly. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

"Are you sure?" asked Anastasia, while staring at her little sunshine with genuine affection, still not convinced.

Xiomara maintained her composed demeanor, offering another comforting nod. "I truly believe he will be just fine," she reiterated, her tone soothing and reassuring.

Anastasia finally relented, albeit with a lingering trace of worry. "Alright. Thank you for your help, Xio," she said gratefully, her eyes never leaving the bundle in her arms.

"Anytime, Anna," Xiomara responded with an affectionate smile, her own concern masked by her professionalism. She turned to leave the room, her steps gentle and purposeful. "Let me go inform the others that everything is alright. They must be quite worried," she added, her smile widening.

A few minutes passed, and Anastasia's heart warmed as she observed the entrance of two women and a man into the room, their smiles exuding warmth and care.

Zelda, with her radiant presence, look down at Anastasia and the newborn with a mix of worry and affection. Her golden locks framed her face elegantly, and her concerned eyes held a reassuring gaze. "Oh, baby, are you okay?" she inquired, her voice full of maternal concern.