Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 250: Paradise Homes Infants

Early in the morning, Elena stood by the window, watching as the sun rose, casting a strange and uneasy glow across the horizon.

This time, it felt different—the sun blazed brighter than usual, its heat sharp and relentless, as if it could pierce straight through her skin.

Her gaze then shifted below.

In just a few short minutes under this scorching sunlight, the ice had begun to melt at an alarming rate.

Water levels were rising once again, flooding the surrounding area.

"The sun is so big and round, so shiny!" Little Erick exclaimed, squinting behind his tiny sunglasses as he stared at the unfamiliar brightness that had been absent for months.

"Stop looking at it, or you’ll go blind!" Little Koby scolded, his tone firm as he took his role as the older brother seriously.

"Aren’t you curious why the sun just showed up yesterday?" Little Lucy asked, her gaze fixed on the ice that was melting before her eyes.

The sunlight struck the ice, making it sparkle like broken glass, yet she sensed the danger lurking beneath—hidden debris and unstable waters.

"Sis Ewe said it was because the clouds were hiding it, and now that it’s clear, the sun finally came out... but it’s so hot now," Little Mia chimed in, her voice filled with childish annoyance.

She let out a soft sigh of relief—finally free from the suffocating thick clothes.

With a small twirl in her flowy summer dress, a gift from Sis Ewe, she looked radiant and carefree.

Watching the adorable kids, Elena quickly called them away from the window, worried that the sun’s intense heat might harm them.

At her call, the kids immediately rushed to close the curtains, tugging them shut until no sunlight could slip through.

Then, they hurried to her side.

"Sis... are you okay?" Little Erick asked, his voice filled with concern.

Now that Elena was wearing thinner clothes, they could clearly see her large belly.

His heart tightened; Sis Ele was the only relative he had left, and he cared for her deeply.

Elena noticed the worry in his eyes and gently patted his head.

"I’m fine, Little Erick. The baby is behaving well, and soon you’ll get to meet it. As the baby’s uncle, you have to take good care of it, okay?"

Little Erick’s face lit up with relief, followed by a wide grin. "I will, Sis Ele! I’ll take care of my niece!"

Little Mia immediately pouted at his words. "It’s nephew, not niece," she said with a cute glare, trying to intimidate her friend into agreeing.

Erick froze for a moment.

He had been influenced by their instructor, Ethan, who constantly said the baby was a girl and told them to call it ’niece.’

Naturally, Erick believed it.

Just as he was about to give in, Ethan appeared like a hero on his side. "Don’t listen to your little sister. The baby is a girl. You should protect her."

"It’s a boy! The baby told me so!" Little Mia argued, puffing her cheeks in defiance.

"It’s a girl! Every time I talk to her, she kicks excitedly," Erick shot back, crossing his arms.

Their playful argument flared again, neither willing to back down.

Finally, Little Mia turned to Elena for support. "Sis Ewe, tell Brother Tan it’s a boy!"

Elena found herself caught between the two pairs of pleading eyes, both waiting for her verdict.

"I... it doesn’t matter whether it’s a girl or a boy," she said at last, shaking her head. "The baby is my child, so I have no preference. Now, both of you stop fighting."

Then her gaze shifted to her husband, as she rolled her eyes with a teasing smile. "You’re too old to be fighting with your little sister. Have some shame."

Seeing Sis Ele defend her, Little Mia smirked triumphantly at Ethan.

Ethan sighed—he’d get his revenge later with a very thorough exercise session.

He shot a playful smirk back at Little Mia, but she ignored him and turned her attention to her sister.

"Sis Ewe, can we have ice cream today?" Little Mia asked shyly.

She had missed its sweet taste for so long, ever since her mom banned it during the extreme cold weather.

Elena hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was wise—especially with the sudden shift in temperature—but seeing their eager little faces, she couldn’t refuse.

"Alright, but only a little."

"Yay! Sis Ewe, you’re the best!" Little Mia squealed, hugging her with delight.

Soon after, Elena scooped out small portions of ice cream for the kids, who quickly settled at the dining table, eating in bliss.

"You kids stay here and enjoy—don’t peek out the window or stare at the sun. Understand?"

"We will, Sis Ele," the kids replied in unison before diving happily back into their bowls.

With the kids distracted, Elena turned to Ethan, her voice gentle yet resolute. "I’ve been meaning to visit the kids at Paradise Homes. Let’s go upstairs, Husband."

She had wanted to visit for quite some time, but the plan kept getting pushed aside due to unexpected events.

Now that things had settled a little, she finally had the chance—and she was determined to see how the children she had been supporting were doing.

Ethan shook his head gently. "Wife, you’ve been awake since the extreme heat spike. Maybe you should rest for a bit?"

Elena smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m fine, Husband. Actually, I feel full of energy today. Don’t worry, okay?"

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Ethan sighed in defeat. "Alright."

A little later, they headed upstairs and knocked on the door of the Paradise Homes unit.

A young boy then answered, sweat dripping down his temples and his eyes full of wariness.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, I’m a friend of Aunt Joana. She’s busy today and asked us to check on you," Elena said softly, her smile warm and reassuring.

To ease their caution, she showed a token identical to Aunt Joana’s, a small gesture that made the kids relax and trust her enough to open the door.

"I... please come in, madam," the boy stammered, feeling more at ease when he noticed the masked woman was pregnant. She didn’t look like someone who meant harm.

Elena then raised her brows slightly, noticing how flushed and sweaty he looked.

As she and Ethan stepped inside, they both frowned. The heat inside was stifling.

"Why haven’t you turned off the portable heating device?" Elena asked, scanning the room.

"We don’t know how to turn it off, Sister," the boy admitted, looking embarrassed.

Elena sighed, then glanced at the children scattered around the room—all under ten, restless and flushed from the heat.

"Alright, let me take care of it," she said gently.

She and Ethan quickly moved to switch off the heating devices, replacing them with a few portable air-conditioning units from Elena’s [Inventory].

The kids murmured soft thanks. They had already sensed that these two were extraordinary, so they simply accepted the help without question.

Elena’s gaze softened as it fell on the infants, her heart tightening with worry.

She had always been tender when it came to children, and her pregnancy only made her more protective.

"Didn’t Aunt Joana tell you to call using the walkie-talkie she gave you if things got difficult?" Elena asked gently, her tone neither harsh nor blaming.

"Yes, Madam," one of the older children replied softly. "But we thought we could manage on our own. We didn’t want to bother anyone."

"Don’t be so cautious... We adopted you because we have the means to care for you. Look—this baby is turning red from the heat. You should have come to us sooner."

She carefully lifted the crying infant into her arms, frowning as she felt the baby’s overheated skin. Her heart ached; the child was clearly suffering.

The children lowered their heads, shame written all over their small faces.

They didn’t want to cause trouble for their benefactors, especially after receiving so many supplies and kindness from them already.

"Sorry, Madam. We really thought we could handle it," another child whispered.

"Alright, bring the infants here. I’ll take care of them for now—at least until they’re strong enough to manage on their own," Elena said, her voice firm yet kind.

She decided to place the infants inside her space, where the environment was stable and safe.

Since their minds were still undeveloped, she wasn’t worried about them discovering the secret of her space.

"Thank you, Madam," one child said, their eyes shining with gratitude and trust.

Elena handed them cooling items and small devices to fight the heat, then reminded them, "If you need help, call us. Don’t hesitate next time, alright?"

"Yes, Madam," the kids nodded in unison, quickly changing the infants into fresh, cooler clothes.

Elena didn’t hold back her care.

She worked alongside them, soothing the babies and ensuring they were comfortable, believing that these children would one day become the pillars of the next generation.

Eventually, they headed downstairs together, the children carefully carrying the ten infants.

When Grandpa Caldwell saw the babies, he stopped in surprise, turning to his grandson with a questioning look, as if demanding an explanation.

Ethan merely raised his brows, wordlessly indicating that it had all been his wife’s decision.

Grandpa Caldwell sighed, but a gentle smile curved his lips as he looked at the infants, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—concern, warmth, and quiet acceptance.

In the end, he welcomed them without hesitation.

Together with Grandpa and Grandma Ford, he helped arrange an improvised bed, layering soft cloths for the babies to rest on.

"They’re so cute..." Grandma Ford murmured, his voice filled with tender affection as he watched the infants’ small faces, some of them bubbling with soft smiles and faint coos.

Carefully, he lifted one of the babies into his arms, rocking it gently before entering the space.

There, they were placed in a safe and comfortable bed, where the older ones would check on their condition later.