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Another spring has come, the Yamazaki mansion is filled with the pink and white colors of the cherry blossoms in full bloom. The scenery is beautiful, the weather is ideal, it is really suitable for going out or sitting down to chat and eat under the trees. The servants and guards discuss going out to eat after their shift. Everyone is in a happy and excited mood.

Except the big boss

Shingen helplessly sighed loudly, rocking the child in his arms and watching the quarreling scene before his eyes. His brother and wife had been arguing since morning about who would go with him to see the cherry blossoms.

Shingen's patience was about to snap and he was about to explode and rip the mouths of the two people in front of him when a tiny hand pulled his hair.

"Bah!"

Shingen and Somi's son, Jong Gun, was only eight months old. After the first painful and trauma birth, his wife vowed never to have another child. Obviously, Gun became the only child and the youngest in the family.

In fact, the baby has another name given by his father, but everyone still calls him Gun.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"- Shingen

He laughed as his son mumbled some incomprehensible words and patted his own stomach with both hands. The boy had a unique way of expressing himself when he wanted to request something from adults.

Ignoring the other two, Shingen quietly stood up and left. He called the servants to prepare some food and brought it to the garden. He returned to his room with his son first.

You have to see it with your own eyes to believe it, no one can imagine the image of the ferocious Tiger Demon taking care of a child. Anyone who passes by the President and his wife's open bedroom will have to hold back their laughter at the sight of a man over two meters tall with a muscular body covered in tattoos struggling with a child no bigger than his arm.

Shingen sat on the floor while his son was on the bed. Gun was in the hyperactive stage and couldn't stay still, so changing clothes often took a long time. If he took his eyes off him, the boy would roll over and crawl away, sometimes almost falling off the bed.

"Finally done" - Shingen

Even though they are twins, Shingen and Shintaro still have some different characteristics. If look through his childhood photos, you will see that Gun looks a lot like his father. Add to that Somi's soft features, and the boy will definitely have a lot of suitors in the future.

Because he looked so much like his father, the baby was often pampered by his uncle and mother. One person held him, then the other, fighting over him until it turned into a tug of war. Perhaps that was why the baby was more attached to Shingen, and only when his father held him did his uncle and mother stop.

If those two idiots saw Gun wearing a brand new Kimono and sucking his foot, their cameras would probably burn out.

"Come here you little devil" - Shingen

Being held close to his father's face, Gun released his legs and reached out to grab a lock of long black hair and giggled. Shingen smiled, kissed the baby's white cheeks and adjusted his position so that the baby was snug in his arms.

Picking up a few toys and stuffing them into his sleeves, the father and son set off again. But not towards the garden but the reading room.

"Haruto"- Shingen

The three-year-old boy, Shingen's nephew, was engrossed in the thick book as if he wanted to memorize all the words. Haruto heard someone calling him and turned around to see the two of them standing outside the door.

"Uncle Shingen! Gun!"- Haruto

The child's young voice was excited when his uncle and cousin came to visit. The boy got up from his seat, ran to hug Shingen and pat Gun's head.

The two cousins ​​were very close, Gun saw him and smiled, reaching out to be held. Haruto fulfilled his request, holding the baby very professionally.

"Kiddo, are you reading again? Why don't you go outside and play?"- Shingen

The boy answered honestly that as the heir of the family, it was necessary to prepare carefully from early on. It was fun to play but could be put aside for now.

After discovering the crime of the midwife Misaki a few years ago. The two brothers tried to stay calm and sat down to discuss. The conversation lasted for hours before making a decision.

Shingen remained as President. In return, Shintaro's son would later become the Young Master, the heir of the family.

A smart child with great potential like Haruto will definitely bring the family to the top. Remove the harsh customs that have been ingrained in the instincts of many previous generations. The boy even guessed that his father and his uncle's wife were fighting again, so they ran away.

But the way the kid talks is just like his brother. It's like he came out of Shingen's memories. Luckily, he inherited his late sister-in-law's face so it isn't so headache. Hopefully Haruto won't become a workaholic like his father.

"Gun is so cute~ When he grows up, all he needs to do is eat and play. Haru-nii will take care of everything else, Gun doesn't have to do anything"- Haruto

There's no denying it. Shintaro's brotherly instincts were passed down to Haruto.

Shingen patted his nephew's head, asking if Haruto wanted to go see the cherry blossoms with them. The boy thought for a moment and then shook his head. He asked again, causing the wall to shake, satisfied with the answer he expected.

"After reading the last three chapters. I'll join you two"- Haruto

Look, a three year old child is more mature than two adults in their late thirties who fight like children all day long.

"Don't push yourself too hard or you'll get sick. Gun and I will wait for you in the garden." - Shingen

"Ok"- Haruto

Gun returned to Shingen's arms, waving goodbye to his cousin. The father and son's journey continued, the final destination being the flower garden.

"...um"- Gun

The little boy signaled to his father that he was hungry. His watery eyes and slightly trembling lower lip quickened Shingen's pace.

In the garden, the servants had just finished fulfilling the President’s request. They spread out a cloth under the old cherry blossom tree. They arranged some snacks and a bottle of warm milk for the youngest member of the family. As soon as the tall figure appeared in the distance, everyone bowed and left.

Shingen sat with his back against the tree, enjoying the atmosphere while holding the bottle to feed his son. In no time, the baby drank it all, burped, and crawled around.

The child crawled, lay, rolled around, played with the grass, tried to catch falling petals and played with his father. He stopped for a moment to eat a bowl of chopped fruit, smearing his face and clothes with it. Shingen had to take out spare clothes to change for the child.

*Yawn~*

The baby stomach was full, he had a great time playing, his energy dropped to rock bottom. Gun rubbed his eyes, reaching out to be held by his father. As soon as he was in the right position, his eyes closed. The gentle rocking made him fall asleep.

"My Son" - Shingen

The man of the past never imagined that he would one day become a father. A ruthless man like Shingen, who lived his whole life as a killing machine. Yet he developed feelings for a strong woman like Park Somi. Together with her, he created a new life. A life that carried his Oni bloodline.

Standing outside the delivery room, Shingen showed his first uneasy expression. It was completely different from when his sister-in-law gave birth, when Shintaro was the one who needed comfort. He was worried about his partner in pain, worried about the unborn child. His brother had to pat his shoulder to reassure him, saying that everything would be fine. Haruto even hugged his uncle's leg.

The moment Somi's screaming stopped, the midwife exclaimed the baby's gender. It was a boy. But why didn't Shingen hear the cry like Haruto?

His anxiety grew, reaching a boiling point when the midwife opened the door to announce that Shingen could come in. He rushed in, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that both mother and child were safe.

He asked and checked on Somi. Even though she said she was fine, he felt that she was not fine at all. He promised her that this would be the first and last time they had a child.

"Gun, honey. Your father is here."- Somi

They had picked out a few names last month. Shingen had two written down on a piece of paper, occasionally taking them out to look at and recite them aloud. Somi already knew her baby will be a boy, so she insisted on just picking Jong Gun. The name she had chosen a long time ago

To be honest, Shingen did not dare to hold his son. The tiny baby lay in his mother's arms, while his father was several times larger. The baby was too fragile, easily hurt by Shingen's light touch. He was afraid that he would hurt his son, afraid that his hands, stained with so much blood and human life, would stain the small white piece of paper.

Somi realized her husband's suffering, she held his hand. Encouraging Shingen that he had done a good job. She knew that the baby felt the love and care of his parents while still in the womb. Now that he could go out and see his mother, he also wanted to see his father.

"You’re a great father" - Somi

The Tiger Demon swallowed, awkwardly reached out his hands and carefully took the baby wrapped in the white blanket. It was so light. Was he the only one who thought so? How could his son be so light?

The moment the child opened his eyes, Shingen understood why he did not cry. Their baby had inherited the eyes that were considered cursed by the Yamazaki family. But unlike his, the child's eyes were clear, sparkling, and not stained with blood.

Protect the child. Protect the boy. Protect Gun. His child.

That was all that Shingen had in mind at that moment. The tear ducts that he thought had dried up and were no longer functioning suddenly filled up and overflowed. He cried as the small hand grasped his large and rough finger.

So this is what being a father is like. What an honor to receive such a noble title.

Eight months have passed since that fateful day that changed Yamazaki Leader’s. He took care of his son more than himself. He did most of the work so that his wife could rest, and sometimes she pretended to be jealous of both of them. He spoiled his son, causing him to become spoiled and dependent on his father.

Haruto finally finished reading the last three chapters. He looked at the clock and was startled to find that he was running out of time. His uncle and cousin must have waited a long time.

Quickly cleaning up and running outside, Haruto accidentally bumped into Shintaro and Somi. Those two only stopped arguing at this point, going to look for their younger brother/husband and nephew/son who had left a long time ago.

The three of them walked out into the garden together and saw the father leaning against the cherry blossom tree, eyes closed, sleeping. His arms were still holding his son who was sleeping soundly on top of him.

The eight-month-old baby squirmed, snuggling into his father's chest for warmth. His small hand grasped his big finger. Shingen's big hand also unconsciously held his baby's small hand.

" I will always protect you. I will use this broken body to take every sword until the last moment, ensuring your safety. Gun, live well ."

" I love you, Gun "

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The loud sound of arguing echoed from the main house, causing the servants and guards to sigh and ignore it. It would be over in a moment. There was not a day that did not have a fight between the brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Yamazaki Shintaro and Park Somi have never gotten along. Shintaro is a serious brocon, he can't stand not being with his younger brother, he's been like that since childhood. Somi loves her husband very much, she just wants the family of three to live separately so they can spend more time together. Two people who love Yamazaki Shingen are stuck together in the same house. They're jealous of even a grain of rice.

Those who have worked and served the Yamazaki clan for many years agree that no one brings a sense of security and peace more than the President Shingen.

The war between his brother and his wife was so big that no one dared to come near. At first, Shingen intervened, standing in the middle to come up with a peace plan to satisfy the two hot-tempered people. Since the birth of his son, second young master Jong Gun, he was ignored their arguments, not even cared anymore.

However, there is a question that everyone thinks about but almost does not dare to ask or asks and does not receive an answer:

"How does the President take such good care of the baby?"

One thing must be remembered, the previous head of the family: Yamazaki Shinji only had two children, Shintaro and Shingen. Apart from them, there were no other children, absolutely no illegitimate children. Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, Shingen definitely never came into contact with any newborn babies.

The kids he used to play with as a kid don't count. Haruto's nephew can't be said to have gotten away with it either. His sister-in-law died right after giving birth, and his brother, out of love for his son, wanted to take care of him himself also continue working. Shingen didn't want to see Shintaro torture himself, so he forced him to choose only one job. Only if he chose Haruto would he agree, otherwise he would have to choose again.

Shingen was rarely seen his nephew during his early years. He was so busy that he didn't get a full night's sleep. Occasionally, he would stop by to see the father and son for a few minutes and then leave. By the time everything was settled and he married Park Somi, Haruto was already one and a half years old.

Besides, he and his brother had agreed beforehand that Haruto would be the Heir. No one could replace his position, not even his and Somi's future child. Therefore, the newlyweds were very leisurely, not thinking about having children even though their superiors were constantly urging them.

From the day she had morning sickness until the day gave birth, Shingen had to go on business trips, away from his pregnant wife. No one thought that a man with a bad image in the eyes of outsiders would change 180 degrees to become a dotting father.

The President took care of his child better than anyone else, even better than the Vice President, which left everyone bewildered. No one could explain how their master could react so quickly. If the young master frowned or burst into tears, he would immediately understand and solve the problem in a flash. It could be said that the baby could not cry for more than three minutes when his father was around.

Somi was taught childcare as a duty of a young lady, a future wife before marriage, but she was not as good at taking care of her son as her husband. It often took her a few minutes to understand what her baby needed while he only needed a glance. Just because Gun was more attached to his father did not mean that he was not close to his mother. There were days when the baby clung to her, and Shingen tried to coax him but he refused. Somi always put her work aside to spend the whole day cuddling and entertaining her little treasure.

Even Shintaro had to agree with the guards' theory about the Yamazaki family's distinctive eyes. It was very possible that people born with the reverse eye could read each other's minds. He even activated it and picked up his nephew to test it out. The little boy just drooled, raised his little hand, and patted his uncle's glasses. A few minutes later, the servant found the two of them in the room reading children's books.

Haruto didn't care about those things. To him, Gun was extremely adorable. Whenever he had free time, he would ask uncle Shingen or aunt Somi to hold his cousin or let him touch his cheek. If he got the chance, he would take him to his room to play or go to the garden to watch the flowers and catch butterflies. Only when the baby felt bored and wanted to go back to his parents would he take him back, even though it was a bit regretful.

As for the question of the year, Shingen wouldn't answer. That was his little secret.

At that time, his wife was not pregnant. Or rather, she did not know she was pregnant. The newlyweds were hugging each other and sleeping after a few passionate hours. Shingen had a strange dream. So strange that it kept appearing for several months, almost a year.

He dreamed that he was lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, Somi was not beside him. Not feeling any presence around him, he frowned, sat up and went outside.

His feet, for some reason, automatically moved and stopped when they reached the door leading to the empty room right next to Shingen and Somi's bedroom. Standing there, he discovered that there was someone inside so he immediately pulled the door open.

But what appeared before his eyes confused Shingen. The room that was always empty was now filled with all kinds of things related to children such as clothes, diapers, milk, toys, etc. It was a bit scary because everything was white. And in the middle of the room, the position he was looking at

A crib

White crib

This time he regained control of his legs. One step at a time, slow and uncertain. Swallowing, he reached out and grabbed the crib sheet, pulling it aside.

Baby. A baby wrapped in white blanket, eyes closed in deep sleep, looking extremely warm and safe. The baby has smooth, healthy skin, covered in a layer of short black hair. The chubby cheeks make anyone want to pinch or poke. The small lips are slightly open, moving with each breath.

Judging by some characteristics, it is possible that the baby has just been born. All newborns are the same, so it is impossible to determine the gender by looking. He has to take off the blanket and diaper to know.

Honestly, the kid looks 8 or 9 parts like him and Shintaro. If someone could find old photos to compare, they would be able to answer the above question.

Now, the real question should be:

"Whose child is this?"

Something strange was happening in Shingen's chest. His heart and brain were urging him to touch the child, to pick the child up.

Unconsciously, his hand also reached out, towards the small face. The moment the tip of his index finger almost touched the soft cheek, Shingen had woken up, returning to the real world.

Because of that dream, he was absent-minded for a few days, not paying attention to work, making everyone worried. He told his brother about what he had dreamed. Shintaro thought of another problem, forcing his brother to rest, leaving the rest to him. A moment later, he was suddenly pushed to the corner of the room with Haruto sitting on his lap while Shintaro whispered to Somi.

Sometimes Shingen wished he had paid more attention to his lip reading lessons. The two people who often fought suddenly became friendly, and occasionally glancing at him made his curiosity rise to the point of insanity.

For the next few weeks the mystery remained unsolved. He asked both of them, one after the other, but neither of them answered. After a month, he had the same dream again. This time he decided to sit by the crib and watch the sleeping baby. Except for the baby being a little older, nothing had changed from the previous dream.

Shingen walked around the room, looking at each object. He noticed that there were a few things that reminded of him and his wife. Doubts gradually arose in Shingen's mind. Then the picture frame caught his attention. Behind the glass, there was no picture or photo, only a line of words.

Few days ago, his wife suddenly brought up the topic of children. At that time, he didn't think much of it and just answered vaguely. Yamazaki rarely gave birth to females, so it was hard to expect a little girl to run around the house. Somi suddenly brought up the topic of naming. She really liked a name and would definitely use it for their future son.

His heart was beating so fast that it wanted to escape from his chest and end the life of its owner. The rustling sound and the moaning signaled that the child had woken up. The moment the crying sounded, Shingen woke up. He didn't even have time to look back at his child.

Shingen and Somi's child

That baby is his and her child.

Unexpectedly, his brother and wife had already planned the surprise. That night, she gave him a present. As soon as he opened the box and picked up the pregnancy test, Shintaro shot off a confetti cannon. Haruto was confused and didn't understand what was happening, why his uncle and aunt were hugging each other, his father patted his head and explained

"Haruto, your uncle Shingen and aunt Somi are having a baby. In less than a year you'll be a big brother." - Shintaro

Hearing that, the boy was very excited.

"Really? I'm going to become a big brother like you!?"- Haruto

"Yes"- Shintaro

"Don't teach the boy strange things" - Shingen

"What do you mean?"- Shintaro

Don't turn my nephew into a brocon like you. Shingen wanted to say that but decided to stay silent, stood up and left.

"Shingen? Answer me!? STOP THERE!!! SHINGEN!!!"- Shintaro

Haruto waddled over to Somi and asked to rub her belly. Of course he could. It only been a month so her stomach wasn't showing clearly yet.

”Aunt Somi, does the baby have a name yet? What should I call him?"- Haruto

"Yes. That is_"- Somi

Shingen would never forget that dream. The dream of him entering a white room with a beautiful baby in a crib. A baby boy who would 90% later look exactly like his father. And then the words in the picture frame

"_Jong Gun"- Somi

~Father, my name is Yamazaki Jong Gun~

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The entire Yakuza world exploded when they heard Somi was pregnant. Many expensive gifts and congratulations were sent from the clans under their command. Everyone was looking forward to the birth of the next Yamazaki bloodline. Young Master Haruto had shown signs of great potential at a very young age. Expectations and pressure were already weighing on the fetus that had not yet taken human form.

If someone who would soon officially become a father hearing those words would definitely gonna have blood on his hands. Shingen didn't want his son to suffer what he had gone through. Even more so, he didn't want his brother's only child to gradually become manipulated.

Shingen really liked the name Jong Gun that his wife had given their son. He liked it so much that he wrote it down on a piece of paper and kept it with him, looking at it every now and then. He left a small space underneath for another name in Japanese. He and Shintaro had no problem with the Korean name, but it was still a problem with the elders. Shingen needed time to think of a good name.

Every day Shingen looked forward to having that dream again. And every time he dreamed, he would see the baby's development, which made him more excited even though he didn't show it on the outside.

In addition, Gun's development in the dream is similar to the outside. Which means, how many months the baby grows, Somi's belly also grows similarly on the outside. The symptoms are also quite similar.

During the second month of her pregnancy, Somi suffered from severe morning sickness. She could barely eat anything and had to lie in bed to rest. In the dream, Gun kept crying because he was hungry. The situation of both mother and child made Shingen extremely worried and flustered.

Shingen had been taught by Shintaro to hold Haruto when he was little. He had also secretly read books on how to take care of newborns, so he could say he had some experience. However, everything he had learned seemed to be thrown away the first time he held Gun. His whole body stiffened, his large hands supporting the small body, especially head and neck, carefully so as not to cause injury. He just picked up his son, that was all. He didn't hug him, he didn't lean him against his shoulder. He just picked him up. And yet the baby stopped crying.

Now he like a professional

As he held the bottle to feed his child, the little boy looked at him with eyes similar to his own. Big, innocent eyes, filled with curiosity. Clear and calm. Like the full moon reflected on the water.

"Your gluttony has made your mom tired, you know that?" - Shingen

Gun didn't understand what his father was saying. His mouth sucked milk steadily while his small hand grasped the huge finger. Shingen's finger was so big that the five tiny fingers couldn't wrap around it. The two full moons always contained his silhouette.

He had heard from his mother, the late Madame, that when he and Shintaro were born, they did not cry at all. The twins were unusually quiet. After just a few weeks, except for the fact that they cried less, they acted like normal newborn babies. That was the "curse" of the reverse eye. Those born with these eyes needed time to get used to it. Personality was formed based on how they were treated. It seemed like Gun was the same, he was also very quiet, the only reason he cried was because he was hungry, sometimes because he wanted his father to hold him.

Although he only had dreams two or three times a month, he had learned a lot about how to take care of a baby, such as pick up, change diapers, hold a bottle, burp, etc. He personally took care of his little son. The baby was very small compared to his father who was over 2 meters tall. If Shingen's body was considered a normal person, Gun would be no different from a kitten. Nestled neatly between two large palms.

Shingen also has a powerful assistant, a photo frame. It's unclear how it works, but it connects to his son. When the baby has a need that he doesn't understand, the photo frame will display a line of text explaining it. It even gives very detailed instructions. Gradually, Shingen can distinguish different types of crying without help. That's in the last few months, but in the beginning, he still needs to look.

It was hard to work with thick fur gloves on. But without them, he couldn't touch the baby. Well, diaper changes were always the hardest and most surprising. It was both funny and terrifying when Shingen almost got pee splashed on his face. In return, he received a small toothless smile from Gun. The baby was still learning how to smile, he didn't laugh out loud yet, but his lips curled up as if he was reflexively seeing something interesting.

The word "Father" still lingered in his mind. Shingen couldn't wait for the day when his and Somi's little ones would start calling them. That day would be almost two years away. He actually wanted to be called dad (or papa). The word father sounded too heavy and distant.

Since the first time he picked up his son, the crib had been almost forgotten. Shingen would carry Gun to the big bed, taking his blanket and pillow with him. He would also bring a bunch of toys scattered all over the bed. The boy's grip wasn't strong enough to lift the toys, so he would hold them and shake them gently in front of his son. His two little hands would reach for the toy for a moment before changing direction. The baby wanted to touch his father's face, his mouth babbling happily.

Shingen saw this, it warmed his heart. The moment the tiny hand touched his face. He woke up. Instead of feeling like usual, Shingen panicked. His son was being held by him, if he was out here. So in the dream, would the baby fall? Or lie alone on the bed? Luckily, the boy didn't know how to roll over yet so it was fine. The little ones played by himself until his father came back.

Gun loved to sleep in his father's arms. The boy had a few rituals before falling asleep. The first sign was rubbing his eyes. Then rubbing his face against Shingen's chest, moving around for a while to find a suitable position. Next, he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked before closing his eyes. Every time Shingen tried to put the boy back in the crib, he received fierce resistance. If he continued, the resistance would move to the final stage: crying. Leaving him helpless as he hugged his son to sleep.

Putting Gun on the bed felt like handling a bomb. A bomb could go off at any moment. And at some point it always did. The little boy would start crying as soon as his back hit the soft mattress, even if he was fast asleep. He knew he would have to leave his father, leave his warm, safe place. But when the big hand covered by a thick glove was placed on his body, the warmth passed through, Gun relaxed, officially falling back to sleep.

Another disadvantage of wearing thick gloves was that Shingen could not feel the weight of his son at all. Maybe it was because this was a dream? At least he could feel his son's breathing, his small chest moving up and down, making him breathe a sigh of relief. But the word "father" appearing in the frame made him waver.

"Dad... you can call me dad. Not father. Dad"- Shingen

Those were his last words before he woke up in the outside world. And also the last time for several months because he suddenly needed to go on a business trip. This trip would last for several months. Normally, Somi would go with him. But the morning sickness made her body very weak. The doctor also advised her to stay at the mansion so that her health could be easily monitored.

"..."- Shingen

"Are you pouting?"- Somi

Somi giggled as the man sulked and rested his head on her lap. Tora Oni? Pfff!! Her husband looked like a big cat. Main Coon in particular because of his hair. If he had a tail, it would be wagging angrily right now.

She lightly touched her three-month pregnant belly that was still not visible. It was completely flat through the kimono. In just a few months, when Shingen returned, it would swell up.

Which means he will miss out on a lot.

"The doctor said my condition is better than before. I can also eat some light food and feel less nauseous" - Somi

It was amazing, just the day before the servants had to carry a basin and towel with them just in case. Every time she smelled food, any kinds of food, she felt like she want to vomit.

Shingen knew this had something to do with the dream. Every time he fed his son, his wife's morning sickness lessened. The last dream was quite long, the baby drank three bottles of milk. What a gluttonous child.

"Don't make that face like something bad is going to happen. Lord Shintaro will be back soon."- Somi

That's right, Shintaro is also coming along on this business trip. Haruto is still too young to replace his father and uncle in charge, and they can't leave the mansion for too long. He will return before him.

His brother had comforted him by saying that he would increase the number of bodyguards during their absence. The guard families also swore to protect the Young Master, protect the Madame, and protect the unborn child.

That still wasn't enough to convince Shingen. He wasn't at all at ease. He had to leave his wife at home, and he wasn't even sure if he would be able to visit his son in his dream again. Who knew what would happen?

"Me and the baby will be fine" - Somi

The only way left is for the Madame to convince the President because it's almost time to leave.

"..."- Shingen

"Come on~"- Somi

She thought she had finally convinced her husband when he sat up.

"I can't go on a business trip with peace of mind when my wife has nightmares" - Shingen

That sentence made Somi stunned. She didn't expect her husband to care about her little complaint. She dreamed that she was with a kid. A very cute boy around five years old with Shingen's appearance and eyes. But something’s on the child face make she wondered

"Do you think...I will be a good mother?"- Somi

The nightmare part started when she raised her hand to slap the child's cheek. She woke up in shock after that action. Looking at her sweaty right hand, it felt so real. As if it wasn't a dream. That made Somi worried. Thoughts about motherhood came to her mind. She didn't know what kind of mother she would become. What if it was like the dream...

Shingen was surprised by the unexpected question. He bent down slightly, his large hand cupping his wife's cheek. Hm, so soft, Gun seemed to resemble his mother more than he thought.

"I am not a woman. I do not fully understand what you have been, are, and will be going through. But I am sure of one thing: You will be a wonderful mother. Because of the child inside here" - Shingen

He touched Somi's belly.

"The Crystallization of Love. Our Love" - ​​Shingen

Somi was speechless at those words. Her entire face turned red. To hide it, she covered Shingen's face with her hand, not letting him see. When the laughter reached her palm, she turned around and crossed her arms. Such a childish action, not like a Madame at all. The two muscular arms hugging her slender body made her feel like she was about to melt.

"I'll try to come back soon. We'll prepare everything together until the day our baby born" - Shingen

In a corner of the garden, where there was currently no one else but a married couple. No one saw the two of them kissing passionately. A slender hand and a rough hand both gently caressed the belly, where a small life was forming.