[BL] Challenge: 100 Baby in Fantasy World-Chapter 292: Father and His Children

Langga opened the door separating him from his children. His eyes widened when he saw three babies sitting in their individual cribs, happily playing.

Their giggles, their smiles, the soft round cheeks and clear, bright eyes— everything burned itself into Langga’s mind.

Without realizing it, his feet carried him forward.

"Cciitt! Ccitt! Ccitt!"

He snapped back to awareness at the chorus of angry squeaks.

In each crib sat a white squirrel. And another one, clearly the boss, stood on a small table between two of the cribs, little paws on its hips as it glared at him.

Langga didn’t understand squirrel language, but he was pretty sure they weren’t pleased with his presence.

"Wait— calm down. I’m..." He clamped his mouth shut.

Because the babies were staring at him now, too— three pairs of confused little eyes. Panic hit him like a wave. If they cried now, it would be a disaster.

Everyone was busy helping Gara give birth. The last thing he wanted was to cause trouble.

Langga drew a breath and softened his voice. "I’m the biological father of the triplets. I’m not here to hurt anyone. I just... wanted to see them."

Rea, the squirrel on the table, looked him up and down. Then without warning, she hopped onto Langga’s shoulder.

Realizing this squirrel was probably the leader, Langga stayed perfectly still as she sniffed around his head.

"Ccitt ccitt." Rea chirped firmly at her children, then jumped back down.

Langga had no idea what she said, but the squirrels no longer glared at him like hostile guards.

"Can I get closer?" he asked Rea.

She nodded.

Langga approached the first crib. Inside sat a black-haired baby who resembled Gara, except for the bright blue eyes. It was Langga’s own eyes.

This one was shy. The squirrel in his crib even blocked Langga from getting too close.

So Langga moved to the middle crib.

A red-haired baby girl sat there, her hair tied into two tiny pigtails. The most noticeable thing about her was the small horn budding on the right side of her forehead.

Langga’s smile turned bittersweet.

The baby stared at him with big black eyes—calm, alert, and strangely perceptive, nothing like a seven-month-old.

"She looks just like Mother," Langga whispered. "She’d be thrilled to meet her twin."

He let out a small laugh at the thought of his imperious mother in the form of a chubby little girl sucking on her thumb.

Langga reached out, brushing the baby’s red hair and touching the horn that hadn’t fully hardened yet.

She didn’t react —not rejecting, not accepting— her round cheeks bobbing as she kept sucking her thumb.

His bittersweet smile slowly softened into something genuine.

"How is a baby this cute... mine?" he murmured, equal parts wonder and disbelief.

Then he approached the last crib.

The moment he turned toward it, the baby inside flashed him an adorable smile showing two newly grown bottom teeth.

Langga’s heart melted instantly. Clearly, this was the friendliest of the three.

But when he saw the baby’s silver hair and red eyes, he froze. Too familiar. Too close to what he’d spent years trying to bury.

Those red eyes he always hid... were now shining openly in Aldwin’s.

Langga didn’t know whether this was a curse or a reminder.

While Langga was lost in thought, Aldwin suddenly babbled excitedly, little hands reaching out toward him.

Langga snapped out of it. He shook his head at himself. He had come here wanting to meet the triplets, so why was he drifting into so many unnecessary thoughts?

He stepped closer to Aldwin’s crib and extended his hand.

Aldwin immediately grabbed it, smiling adorably.

In that instant, Langga’s mind cleared.

Meeting his children wasn’t just about gaining a new family—

it was also a reminder of the past, of the family he had let go.

But that didn’t mean he would compare the past with the present.

Just touching that tiny hand and seeing that sweet smile was enough to undo every last knot inside his heart.

"I’m sorry your father only came now," Langga whispered as he lifted Aldwin into his arms.

Aldwin’s constantly moving hands squished Langga’s face, and then he leaned forward and —rather than kissing him— started munching on his cheek.

Langga burst into ticklish laughter—

—and tears slipped down his face.

Feeling the sudden salty taste, Aldwin pulled back. Langga laughed again, gently cupping the baby’s soft, chubby cheek.

Then he looked toward his other two children again. He didn’t know what names Gara had given them, but their existence was already something precious, something that mattered more than anything to him.

...

Meanwhile, in the next room, the delivery was underway. Wina had set up a separate barrier around the room for extra protection.

This was her second time assisting in Gara’s labor, yet she couldn’t shake the anxiety. Especially the moment the belly was opened and blood spilled everywhere.

Della fought to stay calm. In her former master’s house, bloody scenes were normal.

But after nearly a year in this family —surrounded only by warmth and beauty— she had almost forgotten those darker memories.

"Mom, can you see the baby yet?" Gara asked casually.

The pain from earlier had vanished. He had already taken the anesthesia to numb sensation and the niskara tea to restore stamina.

This time, Gara chose not to call a healer. When checking his pregnancy before, he could hide with a cloak and mask but that was impossible during childbirth.

Besides, his water-control ability had grown so much. Closing the points that could cause bleeding using his water was no longer difficult.

Della, however, was stunned by how her master gave birth. How could someone delivering a baby also calmly prevent their own organs from bleeding?

"Just one more layer to open, Gara," Wina said, sweat dripping down her forehead. Della quickly wiped it for her.

Every now and then she checked Gara as well but amazingly, Gara wasn’t sweating at all.

Meanwhile, outside the room—

Madha, Fian, and Ares waited anxiously. Gara had ordered them to stay out unless they were needed.

All three were worried for Gara, but each carried a different kind of fear.

Madha was terrified something might happen to his fiancé and their child. Rationally, he knew Gara was more than capable.

But that only made his heart heavier. He felt useless, unable to contribute anything.

While Madha battled insecurity about himself and his abilities, Fian was gripped by a different kind of helplessness.

Gara’s fourth child was a product of love—

a clear sign that Gara truly belonged to someone else now.

And for the first time... Fian felt that his own strength no longer had any place.

Meanwhile, Ares was worried about someone in the next room. Langga.

He wanted to stay here just in case something happened to Gara and his help was needed.

But at the same time, he was anxious that the professor from Gyakarta Academy might see him.

Their panic only grew stronger until Della finally stepped out of the room.

"Madha, come in. The baby’s born."

All three men of different races shot to their feet.

"Only Madha?" Ares asked.

Della nodded. "The baby needs to be cleaned first. Everything’s stable now, so you two can return to your own tasks."

She closed the door again.

Fian didn’t move an inch.

Only Ares eventually made his way up to the third floor. He would come back down later, either if he was needed or once Langga went out.

Inside the room, Wina was checking the newborn she had just pulled from the womb.

"A girl. Everything’s complete," Wina announced.

Madha, standing beside her, immediately burst into tears of relief.

Della quickly took the baby to clean her.

"Focus, Madha. We need to close Gara’s abdomen so he can stop using his Talent," Wina reminded him.

Madha patted his own cheeks and moved to stand beside her.

He glanced at Gara once—

Gara smiled back, and every ounce of panic in Madha’s heart disappeared instantly.

"Oekk... oekk." The loud cry of Gara’s fourth child filled the room.

Della had finished cleaning the newborn. She held the tiny girl close until the wailing softened into little hiccups.

Gara’s abdomen was still in the process of being closed. It was dangerous if any of his blood splattered.

Once the newborn finally slept in her arms, Della began cleaning up the remnants of their "battle."

Hours passed before everything was finally done.

Gara’s abdomen was closed and treated with water and the herbal paste he had made. The bloodstains on every corner of the room were wiped away. Gara was changed into fresh clothes and a clean blanket. And the tiny baby girl was finally placed beside him to try her first milk.

Wina and Della left the room to clean themselves, leaving Gara, Madha, and their first child together.

"This is our child, Madha," Gara whispered.

Madha turned toward him—

and Gara’s smile shone like light breaking through every shadow in his heart.

"Yes... she’s our love made real," Madha nodded, voice trembling.

Gara nodded back and leaned forward to kiss him. "I love you, Madha."

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