HBWnovel [1138] – Y06.038 – Doubt III
[1138] – Y06.038 – Doubt III
[1138] – Y06.038 – Doubt III
“Daddy!” Konarot held onto her father’s leg, the girl’s tail swaying behind her excitedly, before it fell still as her father picked her up.
“Oof,” Adam groaned, before peppering the girl’s faces with kisses, reaching down to ruffle Kirot and Karot’s hair.
“It is time to nap,” Konarot said, her eyes hopefuly.
“I want to nap with daddy...” Kirot said, her eyes beaming up at her father expectantly, coming to assist her elder sister.
“Daddy does feel a little tired too,” Adam faked a yawn which turned into a real yawn, causing Karot to yawn, the boy rubbing his eyes.
“Where are you going, daddy?” Jirot asked, storming her way towards her father once she was done greeting her nanas and babas.
“We’re going to nap.”
Jirot gasped. “Daddy! You are napping too?”
“I am.”
The girl charged towards her father, grabbing his hand. “Okay! You said it, daddy, you said it, so you must do it now!”
Meanwhile, the girl stared suspiciously towards the Chief, before she pulled back towards her mother. Virot wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, not allowing the Chief to steal her mother away.
‘At least she does not doubt,’ Iromin thought, as the girl cooed towards her mother.
“Chief!” Jirot called, holding up a thumbs up at the older man, stopping her father to greet the Chief. “You are big strong boss man!”
“Yes.”
“I am strong too, Chief,” Jirot said, flexing her arm. “Jarot, come. You show Chief how strong you are.”
Little Jarot hid behind his father, causing the girl to rub her forehead, but she didn’t say anything, deciding to forgive him for being so cute.
“I have heard of your great strength,” Iromin joked.
“Yes! I am the Demon Lord!”
“Yes?” Iromin thought about how Lucy might have felt, but he recalled just how close the pair were, to the point the Demon Lord had risked her life for vengeance.
“I protect the Iyr too when I am big,” Jirot said.
Adam thought to reply, but he kept his joke within him, while Iromin stared down at the girl. The Chief dropped down to a knee, reaching out to brush the girl’s hair, ruffling it gently. Indeed, for though Jirot caused the most trouble, even he knew just how much affection the girl gave. She was truly her father’s daughter.
“You are so well behaved,” Iromin said, his voice clearly full of pride.
Jirot returned a smirk that revealed she was her greatfather’s greatdaughter. “Of course. I am always such a good girl.”
“Ah, but your brother is such a good boy too?” Iromin mused.
“Yes! My brother is so good! He eats so well, Chief, do you see?”
“I see,” Iromin confirmed, ruffling the boy’s hair. “One day, will you be as strong as your babo?”
“Yes...” Little Jarot flushed slightly, but within those shy eyes, there was a pride, the pride of being named after his babo.
“Hopefully you are more well behaved?”
Little Jarot flushed again, hiding behind his father’s leg, while those around him laughed.
“Stop bullying my greatson!” the old Iyrman growled, reaching out an arm, and little Jarot rushed up to him, the pair embracing.
“Yes,” Iromin replied.
Bael sighed, thinking back to what his great grandfather used to tell him, before his lips curled into a large smile. ‘They really are a bunch of crazy bastards.’
As Adam dropped down to the furs, the children swarmed over him, pinning their father under them.
“Kekeke!” Jirot cackled, holding onto her father’s head.
“I should have brought mummy too, because there’s only one of me, and so many of you!”
“No! I do not want to nap with mummy, I want to nap with daddy!” Jirot declared, though Jarot and Karot yearned for their mother too, they cuddled with their father joyfully regardless.
“Okay, okay...” Adam melted against the furs, allowing his children to completely pin him down.
“Daddy, it is nap time now, so you must be quiet,” the girl said. “If you speak, you will wake up the babies, and my kakas and papas.”
“Okay.”
“Gosh, daddy, why you are always so...” Jirot shook her head, before brushing through the half elf’s hair with her tiny hand.
“So what?”
“What am I do with you?” Jirot tutted at the half elf.
“Nap, my dear. We must nap.”
“You can be smart at times like this?” Jirot asked, her brow raised, the girl’s eyes full of annoyance, but beneath them, Adam could see it.
“Okay, now it feels like you’re bullying me too much,” Adam said, snatching the girl, who squealed as he blew raspberries into her neck. “It’s nap time, so be quiet!”
“Daddy!” the girl squirmed, but she eventually gave up, clutching at her father’s shirt.
“Do you know how strong daddy is?” Adam asked, pinching her nose.
“The strohges!” the girl replied, giggling loudly at the sound of her voice.
“That’s right! Daddy is the strongest! I’m first place, you know, first place!” Adam said, pulling the girl to his chest. ‘That’s why, you should keep looking at me just like that!’
“Daddy,” Konarot called, the girl blinking. “Mummy is stronger?”
“Of course,” Adam and Jirot both replied, the girl giggling.
“Of course...” Konarot repeated quietly, her eyes glued up at the half elf, who was such an enigma to her still.
All the while, the others bullied the girl’s baba.
“You are all just jealous that she lent me the sword and not you!” Jogak complained, clutching the sword to his chest. “I will not allow you to take this blade from me!”
“Since she has lent you the sword, you should allow it,” Shikan stated.
“I didn’t even show it off because I cared for your hearts, but what of mine?” Jogak grumbled.
“What a nice sword it is,” another said. “It is a good sword, one that was fine to gift. Those who gifted it, are they not the best children?”
Shikan’s eyes fell to Tonagek, who sat beside his sister, and though he sat with his eyes closed, sipping away at his tea, no one was blind enough to miss the pride that emanated from the Iyrman.
Amokan felt his hair stand on end, and quietly, he slipped away into the shadows. Timojin followed him, the pair exchanging looks, and as always, Timojin was glad his grandfather was the quiet Bearded Dragon.
Amokan and Timojin running away before they get hitched...