Aryan looked at his mother, who was gazing at him with gentle eyes. She had a few tears in them as she touched his cheek. Her touch felt warm. She opened her mouth and said, "I have a son now, and I am a mother now." She had a smile on her face—a smile that wasn't forced. It reached her eyes, one of happiness.
Aryan felt calm. In her hands, in those arms that gripped him with a firm yet gentle touch, he felt at ease. It wasn't anxiety or fear—just calm, because of her. Just like the smile she had. His lips turned into a relaxed smile.
Just as Aryan was trying to understand more about his mother, a man appeared before them. He was tall, probably above six feet. There was no sound—it was like he had appeared from thin air. He stood a short distance from where they were sitting. As his mother's eyes landed on him, she stood and walked toward him, saying, "Liam, you are a father now," with the same joyful smile she had given to him.
He was an exceptionally handsome man. If Aryan had to define him, he'd say the word 'handsome' was made for him. He had white hair tied neatly down his back, sleek like glass without a blemish. He wore long, flowing black robes embroidered with intricate patterns. The material seemed expensive—probably silk or something, Aryan thought, as his eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open.
Aryan felt Liam's gaze—it wasn't as gentle as his mother's. Liam turned his eyes toward his wife and a smile formed on his lips as he said, "Sophia, see? We fulfilled our third dream too." He hugged her, and she hugged him back as Aryan was pulled into their embrace.
"Did you think of a name?" Sophia asked.
"I did. His name will be Aidan. What do you think?"
"Hmm… Aidan, huh! I think it's good. Aidan Wilson?" Sophia mumbled.
Liam smiled. "I'll announce the name. What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me. It's a good name," Sophia responded with a happy smile. She turned toward the baby and asked, "What do you think, son? Is Aidan a good name?" But Aidan was already sound asleep in her arms.
The warm moment was disturbed by a knock on the door, followed by a voice asking, Can I come in?
"Come in," Sophia responded, taking a seat while Liam remained still, his gaze shifting.
"What is it, Lily?" he asked.
"Liam, Lady Charlotte is waiting outside, and Lord Erwin is with her. Meanwhile, the people outside are waiting for your presence."
"It's fine. I'll go in a few moments. Go and inform Lady Charlotte and Erwin that there's no rush to meet Aidan so soon," he said before vanishing. "Sophia, it might take me some time to return. I have work to attend to."
"It's understandable, Liam," Sophia answered with a small chuckle, understanding he too must have been under stress for quite a few days now.
Phew!! Lily sighed as she took a seat next to Sophia. "Damn it, Sophia! He did it on purpose," Lily grumbled. "He knows I don't like dealing with Lady Charlotte, and yet he told me to go and inform her about the young master's birth with no complications."
Sophia laughed. "Well, what do you expect? You've done the same to him. Whenever he shows affection toward me, you always barge in as the third wheel, teasing him and trying to startle him."
"Humph! You traitor!"
"Yes, yes, I'm a traitor—a traitor who's going to deal with Lady Charlotte because you don't like handling her."
"Anyway, it's fine with me," Sophia continued as she stood up and handed Aidan to Lily before leaving.
Liam appeared outside, standing in the air above his estate. His gaze fixed on the vast field of land stretching into the distance as he rubbed his temples. "To think… he will receive a Primordial Name!"
Days blurred together, and before Aidan even realized it, a month had passed.
Aidan was now one month old. In all this time, he had done nothing but eat, sleep, and poop, with his sense of shame going into gutters every time he was stripped of his dignity—sometimes by his mother, sometimes by Lily, and sometimes by the servants. The only thing saving him from mental collapse was the fact that he was a child.
Even though this world had magic, children's growth seemed to follow the same pattern as his previous world. Drinking milk from the breast was something he felt embarrassed about, but he understood it needed to be done.
But there were differences—he wasn't sure, but it seemed like he had more energy than a typical child of his age should have. He also felt that if he really tried, he could probably sit on his own… but he didn't dare to. He didn't know enough about this world yet, so he decided to be cautious.
There were servants beside him all the time. Some stood guard, others worked. A total of four servants were always on standby until either Sophia or Lily arrived.
He decided he would start trying to sit after he turned at least three months old. That seemed reasonable. He had no desire to be seen as a freak.
One more thing he struggled with was the language. He had a hard time understanding it, but he knew one thing for sure—his name was Aidan now, not Aryan. That realization hit him hard once again, reminding him that he would never see his father or friends again.
He also didn't understand his reincarnation. The first three questions that had plagued him since birth were:
"Why was I reborn?"
"How did it happen?"
"Who made it happen?"
He was sure it was someone's doing—but who? He didn't know. The chances of something so ridiculous happening were equally ridiculous. He didn't believe in miracles; he believed in himself.
Even so, he gave this whole situation a five percent chance of being some absurd miracle that had happened to him. There was no use dwelling on something he couldn't find an answer to.
But before that... he needed to pee.
WAHH! WAHH!! WAHH!
Aidan, who needed to pee, suddenly had no choice but to cry for help. He used this sound whenever he needed to relieve himself—or at least whenever he was able to control it. It was his way of letting the servants know, making it easier for them... and for him.
One of the servants arrives near him to taking him arms.