IWCML - Chapter 2

A few days had passed when I was suddenly wrapped in the pretty lady's arms, dressed in extravagant clothes.

It was a simple dress that seemed to be the same color of red as that man's hair from before. I say simple, but the dress fabric seemed to be extremely soft and comfortable. It was adorned with gorgeous gems that were similar to the pretty lady's eye color. The maids that I often saw in the room placed a bonnet that matched with the dress on my head.

When the pretty lady lifted me up and hugged me close, she placed both of us in view of a mirror. When I recognized my cute self, with fine red hair and dark green eyes that went beautifully with my brown skin, my eyes widened in realization.

That man with red hair from before, I think I understood who he might've been.

Sperm donor—!

Wrong!!

That man is definitely my Father.

Based on the way he weirdly handled me, I can assume that he's either not used to kids or I was unplanned. I looked at the maids, who seemed to treat the pretty lady, who I'm almost certain is my Mother now, with decency. This means that my Mother isn't hated or neglected but...

I refrained from pouting as my train of thought continued, mindlessly cooing and making weird faces at myself in the reflection. Every so often, my eyes would trail back to the maids who let me create a ruckus at myself and I would find them side-eyeing each other as if they were bored. After I did this for a few more minutes, their composure gradually slackened and soon they were looking at me with eyes that told me they loathed me.

Mother didn't notice, since she was occupied with entertaining me and giving me kisses, but I did. I ignored my image in the mirror and turned to play with Mother's hair.

Like I've said before, she's fairly pretty with a gentle temperament that a mother should have. Since she does almost anything related to me by herself, combined with the fact that this room and my things are at best average, I think she's not from a noble lineage. Had she been, she probably would've had more expensive things and given the job of taking care of me to the maids assigned to us.

Oy vey, I don't even think that man likes her. Since appearing on the day of my birth, he hasn't come back. Not even once!

Forget 'Father' — Sperm Donor it is!!

By the time I looked at my surroundings, the environment around me had changed from our simple bedroom to an intricate and rich hall. I was stunned at this, underestimating the strong baby-like simplicity of my mind causing me to be ignorant of the things around me.

I looked up at Mother, who seemed to have a determined face as she carried me. I turned my body (well, as much as I could), and saw Sperm Donor (Sponor?) sitting on a throne that looked to be made out of gold. There were other people that surrounded him, including a man that looked to be a priest, a woman with red hair and amber eyes, and a small boy that looked like a mini version of Sponor, except with the same amber eyes as the woman.

I squinted my eyes at the woman and boy. Are they mother and son?

When the woman made eye contact with me, I felt a chill run down my spine. I trembled in shock, wondering if it was just the baby's body reacting or if it was my own fear. Really, though, I could see it in her gaze that she was disgusted with me as if I was a flea-infested stray dog that wandered onto her doorstep.

I shifted my eyes from the woman to the boy, who curiously enough looked at me with reserved interest. His face seemed to be empty but there was a glitter in his stare that was if he had stumbled upon an interesting find.

I turned my head and considered the woman's position, which was the seat right next to Sponor.

Hmm...? Are they married? Then, is that boy my brother?

I glanced at him again and slightly nodded, satisfied with his looks. Of course, speaking as an outsider, he was handsome like Sponor. Only a worthy guy like him is good enough to be called my brother.

Then I paused and turned to Mother. I gasped inwardly as a thought blossomed into my mind.

Mother?! Are you a homewrecker?!

My brain seemed to be putty at this information, probably maxed out from thinking too hard earlier. I began to get dizzy, even as Mother was holding me very carefully.

Mother... it's okay, I don't blame you... it was probably Sponor. He probably bullied you into it! Don't worry, I'm on your side!

Mentally I cheered her on, using the last of my baby brain cells before my head slowly dropped onto her shoulder. It seems like being caught up too much in my own thoughts really makes me oblivious to things, since I only noticed that suddenly the woman got up and started to shout right before I went to sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of footsteps.

In a daze, I remember I fell asleep from using too much baby brainpower and exhausted myself. I felt aggrieved at this, since being a baby with a more complex mindset than that of a normal baby was being a bother at this point.

Why wasn't I born just a normal, simple baby?!

I angrily babbled at this thought before looking up, releasing a yelp of surprise when I saw amber eyes staring back at me.

Oh no, is that lady going to kill me? Where's Mother!! Where're the maids?! Someone help, an adorable baby like me is going to be hurt!!

Anxiously, my eyes tried looking around for any type of help, but I quickly noticed that I wasn't in our room. Heck, I didn't even know where I was! It was a cradle, but it seemed better quality than my other one. This room was also ten times better since everything looked shiny and new.

My eyes took in everything, my mouth opening in a wondrous cooing noise as I squirmed in the plush bed beneath me. I must've seemed utterly defenseless and unaware, which I was, seeing as a hand was able to approach and effectively poke my plump cheek.

"Uwah!" I gave a yelp in baby language, immediately glancing back at the person who invaded my personal bubble.

It was still the amber eyes, but now that I was more awake, I could see the boyish face instead of the stern, woman one from earlier. I tilted my head, confused as to why he was in front of me.

Maybe the action of tilting my head seemed cute, or maybe it was the surprising noise I made earlier, but this boy grinned and laughed at me. His hand was still near my face, which meant he relentlessly kept poking me. I know he was probably trying to get an identical reaction to the one from earlier, but since I expected his continued actions, I was no longer surprised. Instead, a childish annoyance built up in my chest.

When his hand comes back to poke my cheek, I grabbed it feebly with my hands. He seemed taken aback, but he didn't pull his hand away. Taking his moment of pause with gusto, I brought the hand that tormented me to my mouth and wrapped my gums around it, attempting to bite it hard. Alas, since my teeth would still take a while to grow in, I was no more harmful than a declawed kitty that was neutered!

The boy didn't get angry at my actions, nor did he seem offended. Actually, he laughed again and gave me a smile that told me he was having fun. We repeated this cycle for a while, each time his lips were growing wider and wider until I felt like he resembled a certain bat's villain. But since his face was handsome, I didn't mind the grinning.

Then he suddenly took his hand back and gave me a wave, running off into a direction where I couldn't see him. I was flustered at his sudden departure, feeling like I was very well used just now.

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