Chapter 37 - Mother Yule (1) (1/2)

I remembered the dining table from hell that was like the Last Supper.

I overcame the pressure, even though my stomach felt like it was pierced with strong acid.

I told Mikuma our house number and our phone number, who my dad drove home, and that first smile I saw for the first time seemed to be a death sentence.

It’s been 2 weeks since then.

The twins are the picture of health, at least from what I can see, Jaja and Nana are healthily crying every day.

In the morning they wake up and cry, during lunch they eat and cry, in the evening they play and cry, and in the middle of the night, they for some reason cry and shout.

We can’t take our eyes off them.

Their sleeping time and mental power were slowly being whittled away.

In contrast to me, who was getting weaker day by day, Aoi was improving as a mother day by day.

For example, even if she was in a deep sleep, she would show super-responsiveness and get up at an unstoppable speed because of the children’s preparatory movement of their crying sounds.

It’s the part before ‘Fuee’?

I kind of understand it.

There is also remarkable improvement in her motherly skills.

How to soothe them, how to put them to sleep, shortening the time to change diapers, and quickly changing to breastfeeding.

Before I realized it she’s already rolled up her clothes, I really wish you’ll stop that.

“I’ve already told you my thoughts, so it’s all right to look at me without minding it?”

Not!

I care!

In the first place, it turned out that this fellows view of love was learned from TV.

On the rooftop of a building where you can see the sunset, an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to enter a place like that.

She confided in Mikuma and Saeki who came to play every Saturday that she wanted to be confessed to by me in a place like that.

As for Mikuma, she was visibly different from before.

First was the exposure.

She was very shy and had her face hidden by her hair until middle school.

Now it was completely open.

The thick glasses were changed into fashionable red frames, and now she could see straight through into my eyes.

She probably mustered a considerable amount of courage.

She looks embarrassed and her face is always red, I’m worried.

It’s casual clothes.

I didn’t have many opportunities to see her in casual clothing, but I remember that she used to wear jackets and jeans, it’s not that it didn’t suit her, but it was unfashionable.

Her breasts, are honestly huge.

She told me that she disliked the stabbing gazes of men when she wore those clothes.

Even though I made sure not to ask.

Presently she was wearing a sweater where you could clearly see her figure, and a flared skirt that only reached the knee, and high socks.

She came closer to me with that appearance.

“It was my advice! Do you like it?”

Of course, it was Saeki that answered me with a smile with which you could only feel malice from.

It is necessary to carefully discuss whether you like or hate it.

Originally, Mikuma Yuuno had a hidden cuteness that was secretly sought after within the boys.

If she wasn’t hidden anymore, that would be terrible.

Saeki also visited my house as Mikuma’s chaperon.

This fellow who was good with kids was a great playmate for Jaja and Nana.

Well, it seems like Jaja and Nana think of Saeki as a plaything.