After that whole unnecessary drama I had caused, with me crying for no particular reason, in my defence I did that because I had no choice. Just not so long ago I was a thirty-two year old man who was living his secret and dangerous but good life, but now here I am as a completely different person, let alone a little child.
"Oh my word, don't worry little one, mommy's got you." The lady who I was now in her arms tried to make me stop crying.
It was working in honest truth, but yeah, I wasn't going to let her have it that easily.
She was busy singing to me a lullaby. I have to give it to her, I've met a lot of people in my life, and there was a time maybe once, twice, or even thrice even where I had to take out very talented and famous musicians. But when it came to her, she not only did she look so beautiful, but she had an angelic voice that went along with her looks and everything.
As much as I wanted to resist, I was really having a tough time. I knew that me crying wasn't part of the plan, but the next part, where I was now throwing a tantrum, with me moving my baby limps, kicking and screaming, that wasn't part of the script.
'Damn, this tiny body.' I was trying so hard to stop myself from doing that, but I was failing.
And as much as my new mother tried, by all her means, to keep singing in order to calm me down, it was like every second I heard that lullaby rhyming I would cry even louder.
"What should I do? He doesn't seem to be stopping!" My new mom asked.
The people she asked were the two ladies that must have helped her with the delivery of her newborn child, which is me.
"Since he just came to the world, there isn't much that he can do yet, so how about you feed him?" The woman who was sitting next to us by the bed said.
"Feed him? But his father is not back yet from his expedition, and I don't have money, nor do I have the strength to go out to the market to buy some food for him." My new mother said, with her tone now changing.
"No, you don't have to feed him any food, at least not for the next six months. She means that you can breastfeed him." The other woman who was wiping her hands suggested.
"Breastfeed him?" My new mother thought for a second.
Then she looked at me, and she saw me crying and kept bumping my fragile baby head on her chest, which was really soft and bouncy, after the whole conversation that the three ladies had shared.
I took a little glimpse at my mother's chest. I know it may sound perverted, but I was curious about the breasts that they had referred to me, and I have to say and admit I'm really starting to consider forgiving whoever killed me.
So, to show my gratitude, I turned my head around to see the women that, though they didn't know it just yet, but they were really good wing-women.
To my surprise, the two women were actually a little bit older than I had anticipated. They both had grey white hair, and their faces were wrinkled, but their bodies were still looking so young, like they were in their late thirties to early forties, while they looked like they were around in their fifties or sixties.
After seeing them, I cried even more, and that was actually part of my plan, because once I saw how packed my mother's chest was, I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass me by without me not only seeing those bad boys but also having a little taste.
While I was busy crying, I was trying so hard to actually take maybe just one out, but that proved to be more harder than I had given.
"Curse my involuntary tiny baby reflexes!" I cursed using my inner voice,
because that's apparently the only way that I could communicate for a little short while now.
"Oh, you want some milk?" My new mother was smart enough to catch on quickly.
Of course, for now I couldn't say anything, not even utter baby words. All I did was meet her beautiful sky blue eyes and press my tiny hand on her chest, and she took one out.
And as she was taking it out and was about to put it in my mouth, and I really hope she didn't pay much attention to what I was doing, which was I was not only cooing in excitement but I was also kicking.
Ugh! Talk about embarrassment.
After having a taste, I cooled myself down and sucked on those babies like a champ. Now I was calm, and all I did was just maintain eye contact with my new mother. From her eyes alone, I could tell right away that she was so happy to have me in her arms.
As I was busy sucking on my food, something must have happened, and I can't explain it, but for a split second it felt like I had formed this kind of bond with her, or maybe it was because she was my mother or what, but I think that was it.
To me, it felt like a flashback or something, because once our eyes met and a drop of her tear fell into my eye, I was able to see everything that she must have went through before I, or let me say before her son came.
Apparently, though I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but from all those flashbacks he was always present, so I guess that must be her husband and the man I would call dad. And in almost all of those memories, they were crying.
Especially my mother, she seemed to have been the one feeling the most pain, as the doctor, all kinds of different doctors, seemed to have delivered similar but painful news, and my mom would be touching her stomach and trying so hard not to cry.
But that wasn't the end of the flashbacks. After a few minutes, I would be transported into a different one, and this time around I would see her either sitting or lying in bed by herself in this same room that we are in right now, crying herself to sleep while holding different coloured baby blankets from yellow, pink, and white.
They were a lot more colours, maybe five or six, and that's when I understood her pain, and there wasn't a need for someone to tell me this painful part of the story.
"You poor girl." I couldn't help but keep looking at her, and I tried to reach for her face in order to touch it.
Just as I was so close to touching her, my baby fingers were brushing against her chin when a loud bang came.
BANG!
The door opened itself wide,
and a man's voice came.
"Am I already too late?!" He sounded like he had been running, cause he was catching his breath in between.
And when he caused that door to slam, I must have been dozing off without even realising it, because I just found myself jumping out of scare, and I just started to cry all over again.
"Great honey, now you have awakened him." Mom shared a very not so happy sigh, and she gave this man a look.
That must have surely made him tremble in his feet. "I'm sorry honey, did I awake him?" He asked as he was coming closer towards us.
"Yes, he was going to sleep!" My mom and the two old ladies all said in unison.
The man walked to us, and he stood and knelt exactly where I was facing.
"I'm sorry, I should have been here the whole time." The man apologized.
"Don't worry about it, we are okay, and the most important thing is that you are here with us right now." Mom said. Though she seemed quite mad just a second ago, now she was actually happy to see him.
"Is this our little champion?" The man asked as he paid attention to me now.
"Yes, this is our miracle son." Mom said as she looked at me.
The man kissed her. "Thank you for this amazing gift, thank you for making me feel like a real man." He showed gratitude, and a tear was coming out of his eye.
"No, thank you for gifting me with this beautiful child." Mom also got emotional.
"Can I hold him?" The man asked nicely.
"I don't see why not. After all, he is your son. Baby, I'm going to hand you over to your father now. Please don't cry." Mom looked at me and begged me.
She handed me over to the person who I guess is my father, and as he took me, like mom asked, I didn't cry. In fact, I was curious about this person.
He took me and stood next to the lady that was wiping her hands off.
"Isn't he beautiful?" He asked her.
"Oh yes, he is. I'm just grateful that he doesn't have your mischievous smile." The woman smiled.
"But he does have his mother's mischievous smile." Dad said.
"Yeah, and at least she's beautiful, which means he'll get out of trouble like a lot."
"You hear that, son? Greta thinks that you might be a hit with the ladies." Dad had now raised me in the air.
"Hey, what should we call him?" Dad asked.
"Cain, his name is Cain Everest." Mom didn't need a second to think, she just said it right away.
"Cain, huh? I like that. Cain Everest, the miracle child." Dad was smiling happily when he called me that.
It was a beautiful moment, but something else was totally feeling off.
Someone's eyes were piercing at me with a very dark intent towards me, but I don't know who it was.