His new mom had put him on her chest from the moment they cleaned him. The newborn baby was stuck between his mom's chest and her hand, clearly suffocating.
"My sweet, cute boy, bet you will be a lady killer when you grow up." He was four hours old.
'Is that why she is planning to kill me now? I won't kill any lady, please spare me.' Thomas knew that if he cried, he would have to go through the same traumatic experience again. He had no choice but to hold back his tears.
"Don't worry, I will save you from all the bad girls," she said, gently kissing her baby on his soft cheek.
'But who would protect me from you?'
"Honey…" someone called from outside with a hesitant voice.
"Why are you waiting outside the room? Just come in," Mom said with a chuckle.
The door opened, and a tall, decent-looking man with a well-built body walked in. Just as Thomas saw the man, his small eyes widened before he stretched his hands toward him. 'Finally, he can set me free. Brother, set me free.'
Thomas was trying his best to get away from the woman, but his fucking Dada wasn't holding him. Instead, was poking his fingers into his son's cheeks.
Mom, who was watching with narrowed eyes, finally replied, "Just hold him for once, sweetheart. Look how he wants to be held by you."
Father, rubbing his fists with hesitation, replied, "But I am scared."
"You weren't scared when I almost killed you," she replied with a chuckle and wide eyes.
'shut up fucker,'
"I've never held a baby before."
'I can relate to that, but you have to overcome your fear if you want to achieve something. Hold me, mate,' Thomas thought as he kept stretching his arm.
"It's fine. As long as he doesn't get hurt," Mom said as she lifted the baby.
"Okay," Father said, stretching his hands, then holding his son carefully. "Like this?"
"Yeah, see? It's that easy. Good job," his wife said, clapping, with a smile.
Thomas clung to him soon enough. The dude had gone through a near-death experience and needed some mental treatment.
"He's so cute." The father said.
"You two look good together," Mom said as she gave a gentle smile.
Yet, Thomas didn't let go of his new father, because he knew that sometimes you have to choose the hard level to avoid the nightmare level.
'A 50-year-old and a 5-year-old?'
"See? I heard babies holds the finger of someone they are most bound to," Thomas let go of the finger and hold the shirt again.
'Hahaha, love, love, love. Love is a beautiful thing that attracts two people. It doesn't matter what genders they are, rich-poor, smart-dumb, fat-fit, their age, what species they are of—love cares about none of that," writer replied with a smile of comfort, as he rested his chin on his palm.
Thomas silently stared at the air before replying, 'Do you have a girlfriend?'
The boy placed his hands on his face as his smile stretched a little more.
'... Makes sense.' The boy stayed still for a few seconds before a drop of water slid down his chin. 'I feel you, brother. You'll find someone.'
Thomas responded before he turned his face toward the man's chest.
'He is the type of lonely, single guy who has never been in a relationship but still says love is awesome, follows girls around saying he is not like other boys, and ends up single his entire life,' Thomas thought in a concerned tone.
Then, 'Kekeke….'
"Ohk, it's about time now," the woman said from behind. "Give me my baby back; let me feed him." Thomas's grin faded as his eyes widened.
'No… no… save… me….' The baby stretched his hand toward his father, but his mother pulled him away, forcefully feeding him nutrition.
After a few minutes of struggle, Thomas accepted his fate and did what he was supposed to do, 'I have to get stronger, so I have to do this. No, I must do this.' His eyes showed unparalleled determination.
The hard work and sacrifices—he had accepted them all. Regrets? That is for the weak. The ones who blamed their past selves for the situation of their current selves and stopped working on themselves.
Thomas was a follower of the RR rule, rejected regrets, embrace ruthlessness, ruthless towards one self.
'Wait… what is this feeling?' The little baby thought as he calmly drank his mother's milk, with closed eyes, he felt as if a big burden had been lifted from his shoulders, as if he had reached the heavens. 'This feels good. Is this the indescribable bond between a child and a mother that everyone talks about? This feels good,' Thomas said as he relaxed, not caring about anything anymore. He just enjoyed the feeling of comfort.
"Ohh, look at this, my baby got his first pee," Thomas stopped drinking nutrition as the words reached his ears.
His eyes widened, and he turned his head, 'I shouldn't have relaxed. I should have kept the mountain. How can I do this? How can I pee on a woman?'
'I shouldn't have peed on a human.'
'Ughhhh, you did this to me, didn't you, you bastard?' Thomas said to Outer in his mind while his mommy make him wear a diaper.
"Done," Mommy said as she held her son. Before she started suffocating him again. "My baby, why are you so cute?"
'Why is she saying the same thing again and again?' Thomas thought to himself.
"And I got free content," Outer murmured as his lips stretched across his face.
...
After about half an hour, mom and son had slept on the bed, and dad on the chair, and his head on the bed.
{Knock knock}
{Knock knock}
"Sir Baron?"
Baron opened his eyes as he heard someone calling him, he rubbed his eyes, and stood up while making sure he didn't wake up his wife or child.
Baron walked up to the door and opened it, it was the servant of their house, his sweat running down his face, breathing heavily. "What happened?"
"The king—the Great King—has come to see the newborn child."