The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today

I muttered a loud murmur out of my mouth. Ash's golden eyes pointed at me.

“Our baby's name, Ollie.”

“That’s good.”

The answer was too quick.

“Ask for the meaning of the name.”

“What‘s the meaning of it?”

Since when did Ash become such a listening machine?

……no, is he originally like this?

Anyway, I put my finger through Ash's soft hair and said.

“The heaven, celestial world…. eum, in other words, the World of Gods.”

The word that came to my mind was Olympus.

With only three spellings in front of them, Oly.

Ash, who heard the meaning, took some time to open his words this time.

“That's nice.”

“Really?”

“Yes, good.”

I couldn’t trust Ash to say good after I brought a strange name and gave it out but.….

I overlapped my hands over Ash's hands, which were still on my stomach.

Then I talked quietly as if I were talking to the baby.

“Do you like it, Ollie?”

But then, as if the baby was answering, my stomach was pounding.

I was surprised, then stared at Ash, who seemed more surprised than me.

“Oh, my God.”

How did Ash show an expression like this?

I gave upholding it in this time and just burst into laughter.

***

Looking back on the past, so much has changed.

How was the winter before last year? I was in a state of war at that time.

I was afraid that Ash would kill me, and immediately a greater sense of loss shook my heart.

But….. exactly a year later, this winter.

I had Ash's child, and Ash didn't fall away from my side like that, and he hugged me carefully or looked into my stomach with curious eyes as if I were going to break.

Would I have believed it if I had told this to me in the past?

‘I wouldn't believe it.'

Me in the past wanted to believe it, but I wouldn't believe it in the end.

The future is, after all, always like that. We don't know until we experience it by ourselves.

Even if someone tells us in advance, it's not easy to believe until it really becomes a reality.

That’s right.

Just like now.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“Lydia.”

As soon as the insufferable scream leaked out of my mouth, Ash held my hand tightly.

Sweat formed on my forehead. Ash didn't let go of my hand and said to the maternity nurse.

“Is it not yet? Not yet?”

“Not yet. It's a long way off. You have to give more strength.”

Despite the hecticness of pain, the cold maternity nurse's voice was clearly stuck in my ears.

It was hopeless.

‘Nonsense… how….’

I can't believe it. I clenched and gave more strength by the maternity nurse's encouragement and signal.

‘Everyone's giving birth like this?’

Was it like this? Having a baby? Really?

So many mothers have put their children into the world with all this rage?

‘Dear mothers…!'

“Ugh, respect……… Argh!”

Ash held my hand firmly again. The restless hand was also passed on.

Ash, who is restless, I would have liked it since it’s a rare sight to see, but now there was no room for such thoughts.

“Ahhh…!”

“Lydia.”

Ash hasn't been away from me all the time since the labour began.

I stared at Ash, who was calling my name again repeatedly, with a quick breath.

Ash's golden eyes, which were mixed with tears and sweat, were clearly visible even in wet vision.

At first glance, I could see Ash's chin getting tired.

“The bloody reptile heart. If it's this much pain could be passed on…….”

What? What does that mean? It took longer to interpret simple words than usual because I was out of my mind.

The pain that followed, did not allow other thoughts to distract you.

I accepted that Ash would mean that he wanted to get the pain instead.

Me too, to be honest with you, I wish I could divide this pain by half.

I don't want much. Just half.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Why is it taking so long?”

“The first child usually takes about this much time. It's nothing special.”

The first one. Does that mean the second one is better than this?

I don't know. I don't want to think. Just imagining going through this twice was hell.

“Ugh……!”

“Just a little bit more, Lady! Just a little bit!”

Bessie, who held my hand from the other side, shouted in fear.

In the midst of this, I was really out of the blue, but with a confused mind, I thought that I really loved Ash.

Even amid such a painful death, I have no intention of grabbing Ash's hair.

This is really true love.

“Awwh!

“Lady, just a little bit! Just a little bit, a little bit more…!”

How many more times Ash called my name and Bessi shouted “a little more.”

I can't remember how many times I took a deep breath, and how much more strength I put to my sweaty body in bed like the maternity nurse told me.

But when I come to my senses.

“……congratulation.”

A small creature, too small to be called human, was being held in the arm of the maternity nurse and cried.

‘……Ah.'

I looked at it as if it were a still scene.

In fact, it seemed that time had stopped for a while.

The stopped time began to flow again when Ash kissed my forehead, which was ruined by sweat.

On the other hand, I came back to my senses with a soft, careful, and trembling kiss.

The baby's cry came into my ear again.

The woman, the maternity nurse, who had been called from afar because of the birth said.

“She’s a healthy daughter. Congratulations.”

“Daughter..….”

I repeated the maternity nurse's words in a small voice. My voice was so hoarse as if it’s already all gone.

My voice made me laugh with a slight frown on my forehead. It’s so severe.

“It needs to be washed, but would you like to hold it for a while before that?”

I nodded at the maternity nurse's suggestion.

As the tension eased, I didn't have any energy, but I still thought I could hug that little baby.

Thinking so, my arms were shaking as they were raised by Bessie’s support.

I was wondering if I could hold the baby with this kind of body.

“……”

……no, let's hug her.

The maternity nurse approached me. I let go of Ash's hand for the first time since I came into this bedroom.

It's light.

The baby on the cloth was light.

It was so light that I definitely didn't feel her as I hugged her.

I felt strange.

Now the newborn baby was not a parable figure, but a real pit of blood. It was said to be washed, but now it seems difficult to tell the colour of the hair properly.

‘No, but silver……….'

I think it's similar to Ash's hair colour.

Then Bessie cried beside me.

“Now I'm going to have to call you madam…….”

“……?”

“Because we have a new lady……”

Oh, is that how it works?

I laughed quietly. Then the maternity nurse said she would wash the baby and disappeared with the maid.

As I tried to fix my eyes on the back of the small maternity nurse, a careful touch suddenly arranged my hair on the temple.

“……Ash.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

Ash sighed. It was a breath that seemed complicated in many ways. It seems that his biggest buried thing had been relieved.

“Ash, have you seen Ollie?”

Ollie. I put the child's name in my mouth. Ash replied.

“I saw it.”

“But you didn't see her properly right?”

I know that the child born burst into tears, the maternity nurse brought the child to me so I could hug her, and in the process, Ash’s eyes were only fixed on me.

“Try to hug Ollie when she gets back. Our Ollie….”

Is really light.

Small.

I swallowed the words in my throat because he would know if he hugged her anyway.

“I will.”

Ash kept sticking to me, answering meekly.

And how long has he been there? The maternity nurse who went out to wash the baby came back.

The maternity nurse somehow had a slightly flushed face.

“Maybe it's because both of you are so beautiful, the baby is really pretty.”

Really? I don't know if that's true or just trying to be polite, but I felt good anyway.

“Ash, give her a hug.”

I handed the child right over to Ash.

The baby, which had become softer than before, was rolled into the cloth and put in Ash's arms.

Ash hugged the baby and said nothing, but managed to bring up a word in a long time.

“Small.”

See?

“And light? Like a feather.”

“…….”

I checked the colour of the baby's hair.

The baby's hair was a brilliant silver colour, as I noticed before when she was still messy before washing.

Suddenly, I wondered what colour her eyes were, but I found that it took a while for the baby to open her eyes.

I decided not to be impatient and wait slowly.

Whatever colour it is, it will be prettier than anything in the world anyway.

The tired body languished rapidly. I stared at my small child and my man, who would probably have the most stupid look of his life, holding her in a languid mood.

Expressing it in words was annoyingly like a perfect picture.

As expected, among all the painters in the world, only I could see this figure.

This is not an exclusive desire. It's just something I can’t help with.

I smiled and whispered very quietly.

“Welcome, Ollie.”

<Side Story 2: Hidden End>