[3rd POV]
With quick steps, Matthew reached and entered the room. He saw a nurse wiping his child of all the fluids, and then his eyes darted towards Naomi. She was lying there, taking deep breaths while sweating all over her face. He ran towards her, held her hand, and asked, "How are you feeling, Naomi?"
Naomi looked at her husband and replied with a smile, "I am okay. The baby is a boy, so naming goes to you. What name will you give?"
Matthew quickly masked his expression after hearing her reply and hurriedly said, "I have already thought of a name if the baby is a boy — that is 'Maximilian Ro'nark.' Do you like it?"
Before Naomi could answer, a thick voice permeated the room.
"Oh, so his name is Maximilian. Nice, befitting name for the 3rd heir to the Ro'nark Family."
Michael came just as the nurse finished wiping the child. He stepped forward and proceeded to take the child into his own arms. He focused his eyes and scanned him for any lingering energy or any type of sign he could detect to confirm whether this child was the reincarnation of some powerful being — but the results were negative.
After double-checking the child, he walked towards Naomi and said, "Congratulations, daughter-in-law. You have given birth to a completely healthy and normal boy."
While saying normal, his eyes darted towards Matthew for a few seconds, and Matthew understood the reference and nodded quietly.
While the baby was in Michael's hands, the baby opened his eyes, and both Michael's and the baby's eyes met for a second. Michael felt he was about to find the signs he was looking for, but the next second, the baby started crying — like a baby should. Finally, Michael clicked his tongue internally and thought, Tsk, it was probably a false alarm. There is no such powerful being here. But just to be on the safe side, I should put a precaution so that a perceived threat never becomes a nuisance.
Under the guise of caressing his cheeks, he took out a golden, round-shaped object and brought it near the baby's chest. The artefact floated above the chest for half a second and sank into the baby's body, disappearing like it was never there. The baby stopped crying and immediately went into a deep sleep.
After making sure nobody caught him in the act, he slowly handed the baby to the nearby nurse and said, "Looks like he is asleep. Naomi, you should rest and take care of yourself. Matthew, come here. I have to go back to the tower — I have some pending work to complete."
Naomi replied with gratitude, "Thanks, Father."
Matthew nodded his head at Michael's command and turned towards Naomi, saying, "Wait for a few moments, I will be back."
Naomi also noticed the slight worry on his face and the little less enthusiastic attitude of his father, so she just nodded.
Matthew followed Michael out of the room, and the rest of the nurses and maids were already busy with their chores. Naomi also closed her eyes to rest.
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[MC's POV]
After almost exhausting the act of crying for one minute, a maid came rushing to my crib, and then I heard the first meaningful words after this badly managed reincarnation.
The beautiful maid said, "Young Master is crying. Should I bring him to you, Matriarch?"
After hearing this, my thoughts spiralled, and for the first time, my heartbeat quickened. My imagination went haywire. I had only a notion of what mother means because, despite being the most intelligent child ever born, I neither had a clue about myself nor my family. Meanwhile, the maid gently scooped me from my crib and headed towards my mom.
I was laid in the arms of the one who gave me birth. My eyes just went still as I gazed upon my mother — strikingly beautiful purple hair, hazel-colored eyes still showing weariness from the pain and long process of my birth, and slight curiosity in those eyes too. That small smile on her lips finally calmed my erratically beating heart. She was also observing me, maybe thinking something I was unable to guess currently.
She looked at me with a loving gaze and said, "You know, you caused me a lot of pain, but seeing your beautiful face makes that worth it. Is my baby hungry? Of course, my baby is hungry. Oh, my baby is smiling. You like your mama, don't you?"
At this question, I unconsciously nodded my head, and her expression elated. She brought me close and started kissing my small cheeks. While my mother was busy playing with me, I was just ecstatic. Is this what being with a mother feels like? I have no experience to compare this to. I just stayed silent and collected my thoughts.
After she had her fill, she brought me closer to one of her breasts and put the nipple in my mouth. Well, in all my thinking, I probably skipped this because having memory of doing this felt… awkward. It was a little strange for one or two seconds, but my grumbling stomach and the fact that she was my mother made me accept it, and I started doing my child's duty not to further embarrass myself.
I was trying to think of all possible causes or reasons for this ill-managed rebirth while resting in the arms of my mother. My eyes were closed in an attempt to make her think I was sleeping, but I was completely blank on this rebirth matter. I hadn't even confirmed if this was a fantasy world because I had seen no proof yet. Still, I was running my mind because I had nothing else to do — and I had already had my embarrassment session with mother.
Suddenly, the reduced chatter of maids and the sound of heavy footsteps caught my attention. I opened my eyes and tried to move myself while supporting my hands on my mother's arms. A young man with a handsome face and the same golden hair as the other man I saw — whose memory still gives me creeps — came closer and sat near my mother. Then, he looked at me for a few seconds with neutral eyes before his gaze met my mother's, and he said in a serious voice, "We need to talk."
At the same time, he made a gesture which probably meant get outside or something, and all the maids emptied the room, leaving us alone.
By now, I had already guessed his identity, but the way he looked at me and the seriousness in his voice gave me a feeling like I was about to experience some clichés mentioned in novels or manhwa.