Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 31 - 29: Shocking! The Archfiend Can Even Make a Baby Crib?
It’s instinct for a new mother to breastfeed her child. She doesn’t feel embarrassed; she’s more concerned with whether the baby can eat, if he’ll be full, and if she has enough milk for him.
She reached out and opened her robes.
And began to feed the baby directly.
Most new mothers don’t produce milk until two or three days after giving birth. Hers came in after just one night.
SMACK, SMACK.
He had something to eat now.
The baby in her arms stopped crying.
’This little guy is something else. He knew how to eat the moment he was born; no one had to teach him. It was pure instinct.’
"Son, Mama will protect you from now on. On second thought, I should just say Mother. If I say ’Mama’ here, no one will understand, and they’ll think it’s strange."
’Thinking of how Jocelyn Grant was still after her son’s Spirit Root, a chill filled Celeste Grant’s eyes. If anyone dared to touch her son, she would kill their entire family and fight them to the death.’
Someone entered the room.
She pulled her robes tighter to cover herself. Even though she was just feeding her baby, she still had to be careful, especially when she was out. There would always be people who looked at you with lustful eyes. ’To the dirty-minded, everything looks dirty.’
Celeste Grant looked up.
It was Nerida.
"Madam, why are you up? It has only been one night since you gave birth; you need to rest properly. If the Young Master is hungry, this servant will see to him."
Celeste Grant gave a faint smile.
"It’s alright. I feel fine. I can feed him myself."
’This was her first time being a mother, and she wanted to give her child the very best. The baby might have been an accident, but she had carried him for ten months. She’d grown attached.’
Nerida: "Very well, Madam. But please take care of yourself and get more rest."
Celeste Grant nodded.
"Okay, thank you."
She remembered how Nerida had been by her side throughout the birth.
"Nerida, thank you for last night."
Nerida smiled.
"Madam, taking care of you and the Young Master is what this servant should do."
"Madam, this servant has prepared some chicken soup for you. Please, have some. It was simmered with Spiritual Liquid and a few Spiritual Medicines. It will be good for your recovery. Let this servant feed you."
"No, I can do it myself."
’Nerida was a Late-stage Nascent Soul expert, the revered Left Protector of the Demonic Sects, and she was acting as a handmaiden. Celeste Grant was already feeling immense pressure having her fuss over her like this.’
’She really couldn’t enjoy this kind of treatment with a clear conscience.’
Holding the baby with one arm, Celeste Grant took the bowl with her free hand. Once she made sure it wasn’t too hot, she raised it to her lips and drank.
’This tastes pretty good.’
"It’s very good."
After drinking it, she felt a comfortable warmth spread through her body.
Nerida was pleased.
"I’m glad you like it, Madam."
Seeing that she had finished,
Nerida took the bowl.
Next,
After Celeste Grant finished feeding the baby, Nerida moved him to his small bed to rest. She then pushed the crib closer to Celeste Grant’s own bed.
As for Celeste Grant, she lay down to rest.
Giving birth is hard on a woman, whether she’s an ordinary mortal who doesn’t practice Cultivation or a female cultivator who has embarked on that path.
Even high-level female cultivators feel weak for a few days after childbirth.
The one advantage, however, was a rapid recovery. An ordinary woman might need one or two months, but a female cultivator could be well in a matter of days.
Celeste Grant lay on her side, her gaze drifting to the small bed. ’The crib is quite unique,’ she thought, ’if only it didn’t have several small skulls hanging from it.’
"The crib is actually quite nice to look at... but these skulls hanging on it, won’t they scare the baby?"
Hearing this,
Nerida walked over to the crib and flicked one of the small hanging skulls with her finger. "They won’t, Madam. I think the Young Master quite likes them. Look, isn’t this little skull beautiful?"
Nerida’s gaze shifted to the skull.
’Is that supposed to be beautiful?’
’Red eyes, a white skull... And two of them were black, about the size of goose eggs.’
"These shouldn’t be real skulls, right?"
’What kind of creature’s head would that be?’
"Of course not, Madam. How could we hang something so unlucky over the Young Master’s crib? The Exalted One made this crib himself. He worked on it all night. Even the little skulls were carved personally by him. And look—the eyes are inlaid with top-grade spirit stones."
Celeste Grant was so surprised she sat right up.
She pointed at the crib. "You’re telling me... *he* made this?"
Needless to say,
Celeste Grant was floored.
’The Archfiend, rumored to have slaughtered tens of thousands, also knows woodworking? This is beyond ridiculous. But... I have to admit, the crib is beautifully made, with a very unique design.’
Nerida nodded. "Yes. I only mentioned that the baby should have a small bed to sleep in, so The Exalted One made one for the Young Master. I’ve known The Exalted One for hundreds of years, and I never knew he had this skill."
’Their Exalted One was always so high and mighty. Who would have thought he’d squat on the floor, fiddling with things he would never normally touch?’
"Madam, you are definitely the first person to make our Exalted One make an exception like this. This servant can tell he’s just not very good with words. The Exalted One cares a great deal for you and the Young Master."
’Celeste Grant believed her. He was indeed good to the child. As for her... she was probably just an afterthought, right? Probably.’
Her gaze shifted back to the crib.
’Who would have thought that the leader of the Demonic Sects, the one all the Righteous Immortal Sects wanted to hunt down and kill, would know how to do something like this? If she told anyone, no one would believe her.’
’Javier Sinclair... what kind of man was he, really?’
’Whatever.’
’Time to sleep.’
For the next few days, Celeste Grant focused on recuperating.
Whenever she woke up, she would occasionally see Javier Sinclair standing by the crib.
Today was no different.
Her son was awake.
When he wasn’t crying, he would sometimes make little noises.
Javier Sinclair was trying to menace him.
"Little whelp, give me a cry."
"You look quite a bit like me."
"When I have a free moment, shall I go knock on a skull for you to play with?"
Hearing this, Celeste Grant was speechless.
’So this was love from her son’s biological father, the Archfiend. His go-to move was threatening to knock on someone’s skull.’
’Her son was just a newborn, and he had to listen to his father talk about knocking on skulls. Why did that phrase sound so familiar... where had she heard it before?’
Celeste Grant got up.
"I don’t think our son would like playing with skulls. Maybe you could get him something else? Like a little tiger, or a rattle."
Suddenly hearing her voice, Javier Sinclair, who was bent over amusing the child, turned to look at her.
He said flatly, "A tiger, I can catch one of those. But a rattle? Forget it. How could a son of mine play with something so childish?"
Celeste Grant’s gaze shifted to the crib.
She pointed at her son.
"Is he not a child? Your Exalted One, he was only born a few days ago."
"Hahaha..."
She couldn’t help but
burst out laughing.
Javier Sinclair said nothing.
In the next moment,
his figure blurred,
and he was already in front of her.
He reached out and gripped her chin, forcing Celeste Grant to tilt her head back and look up at him.
"You have a death wish."
’Here it comes, here it comes.’
’That feeling of my head about to part ways with my body is back again.’
She let out a strained laugh and grabbed his hand. "No, no, Your Exalted One, let’s not be like this. We can talk things out. I’d still very much like to live."
The side of her face felt a little itchy, and she subconsciously rubbed it against his hand.
But that wasn’t how Javier Sinclair saw it.
"You... You... You shameless woman!"
