Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Chapter 92



92 Unexpectedly Early

If I keep spacing out, the baby might be born.

Our daily lives had returned to normal.

Although Milim was still on maternity leave and always at home, I returned to my teaching job and attended the graduation ceremony of my beloved students.

However, my daily life passed by without any particularly memorable events. No, there were events that should have been engraved in my memory, but I couldn’t remember them deeply.

Because our baby was about to be born, I couldn’t relax.

I had already gotten used to Milim being pregnant, and I thought I had gotten used to living with a pregnant woman.

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But as the delivery approached, we had to visit the hospital more frequently, Milim’s health deteriorated more often, and I couldn’t even focus on the paperwork that I was good at. It was chaotic…

During that time, I received a call from the hospital saying that Milim had gone into labor.

Unexpectedly early. We had planned for the child to be born during the Golden Week holiday in May. But it was unexpectedly early. That’s what it was. Unexpectedly early.

What should I do, unexpectedly early?

I thought about it. Unexpectedly early… No, my head isn’t working at all… Unexpectedly early. I told my fellow teacher. Unexpectedly early… “What do you mean?” My wife’s delivery… She’s about to give birth… “Go to the hospital!”

That’s right. I had to go to the hospital.

Following the advice of my fellow teacher, I remembered the option of “going to the hospital” and headed there.

Oh no, I didn’t say I was leaving early… I had talked about my wife’s pregnancy in advance, but leaving early without notice was not good.

When I contacted them through the communication terminal, my immediate superior kindly accepted my late notice.

It’s good that I earned their favor. Let’s go watch a Quidditch match next time. My survival skills unconsciously worked, and I ended up making a promise I didn’t want to make.

I informed the reception at the hospital that it was unexpectedly early. No, why did I say that? The receptionist was really confused. Um, unexpectedly early… No, the words won’t come out.

I stayed silent, took a deep breath, and finally managed to squeeze out the words “delivery, wife, giving birth.”

It seems that Milim, who was about to give birth unexpectedly early, was the only one in this hospital. The nurse at the reception guided me to the delivery room.

I stood frozen in front of the door. It’s so scary. What should I do? It’s really scary. Life? Is life about to be born? In this harsh and overflowing world? What does it mean? I don’t understand.

Pushed by the nurse, I entered. Milim was already ready, and it felt like a new life was about to come out of her.

I held her hand, which looked painful. It started. The hand that was being held was so painful. Milim and I have been doing exercises at home, and we’ve been walking, so our muscles are strong. Our grip strength is hyper. But even so, it’s too strong. Life, life is overflowing.

Milim screams. I scream too. Ohhh! I’m the one giving birth now! I’m giving birth! Milim’s voice and my shout of “I’m giving birth” echoed in the delivery room, and the doctor next to me said, “Calm down, Dad.”

I calmed down.

I’m calm. I’m calm. Calm down! I shouted. Someone covered my mouth from behind. Are you calm? Let go! I continue to shout. It was the power of life.

While holding my breath and exhaling with Milim, it seems that the baby was born.

Because I was only focused on Milim, who was sweating and giving her all, I might have missed the moment of birth.

The teacher who took the child said,

“She’s such a cute little girl!”

The creature shown to me was honestly far from being “cute.”

It had a wrinkled face, reddened skin, and was crying with a voice like a monster.

But it was irresistibly cute.

I was momentarily frozen as I held out the creature to me.

Looking at its face, I froze again. I realized for the first time what I should do when told, “Please show me your mother’s face.”

I brought the baby closer to Milim’s face.

“Here,” I said. Those were the only words that came out.

“Yes,” Milim said. Her voice was hoarse, her body covered in sweat, and she was exhausted–

But her appearance was beautiful.

Surely, it was for the same reason that a baby whose eyes hadn’t opened properly yet felt cute.