Chapter 2

Chapter 2

✱ Translator & Editor’s Note: We changed Briel’s name to Brielle~ so if you notice the changes, it’s because we didn’t make up our mind before. *hide*

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“Now, let’s practice walking today.”

“Me too, me too, big sis!”

Next to Marie was Ellie, who had her short-hair tied in ponytails, and her cheeks were red.

Ellie is Marie’s second younger sibling, whose age gap is quite large, and was one of the decisive people that made her enter the Count’s as a nanny.

They had lived together in the county a while ago, and there were times when she said she wanted to take care of Brielle.

‘It’s dangerous.’

There were no baby mats from where Marie had lived before, so Brielle could fall and hit his face.

“He can’t fall down, so if you want to walk, let’s hold hands next time, okay?”

“Tsk.”

Ellie, who wanted to do it but was upset that Marie said no, had a budging look for a moment

“Young Master, you’ve got a lot of strength in your legs now.”

His stiff legs gave strength, and his butt with a diaper, slightly sagging, spontaneously triggered her smile. In addition, the pants, which were slightly loose, are now full of the flesh of the legs.

“Big Sis, I want to look too.”

Then Ellie pressed Brielle’s legs with her fingers carefully.

“Ooh.”

Through the fluffy pants, he didn’t feel anything, but Ellie admired it.

And even if these reactions were exciting, Brielle held Marie’s hand tightly for a while though it was quite difficult.

***

His chubby buttocks were slicking and twitching forward.

The baby was exhausted and gave up halfway, but he went ahead and strove toward the goal with his face reddened.

“Oh my, you’ve come this far.”

Brielle’s goal was his nanny. Marie, who was organizing the cloth diapers for a while, smiled at the baby that had approached her.

It was finally his lunchtime. Brielle would sometimes come to see Marie when he’s hungry.

As she quickly put the diaper down and hugged him, the baby’s mouth burst into laughter from satisfaction.

“How can you be so lovely?”

Brielle was pleased, and Marie rubbed his cheek.

That was not the only change in the seven-month-old Master. A month ago, when she put him on his legs, he used his strength and stood still, but now he was able to move his legs with a thud.

“The Count will be very thrilled to see you grow up.”

Although he is just his uncle, Brielle seemed to have one of the best figures in the kingdom, with her Count uncle’s tall genes mixed in.

Unfortunately, the baby is growing fast, and the Count has not seen Brielle for days.

He seemed too busy reading the books and was unable to leave the palace since it was the end of the year as well.

“Young Master, let’s surprise the Count when he comes.”

Brielle wiggled as if he knew she was talking about his uncle.

***

The black horse came running through the night.

“You’re back.”

The Count had finally returned to the mansion after finishing his work.

He nodded his head to the butler and asked as he walked with urgent steps.

“Is he sleeping now?”

It was already late, but he still asked anyway because the baby’s sleeping time was unstable.

Even though the subject was missing, the butler knew at once who his Master was talking about.

“He’s sleeping.”

However, the answer that he heard was not what he wanted to hear. He was visibly disappointed, expecting That Brielle would be awake.

“I see.”

Though there was someone welcoming him. It was the nanny.

“You’re back.”

“Yes… How is he doing?”

“That’s right. The Young Master is sleeping soundly now, so if you go in quietly, it would be all right to take a quick look.”

When the Count arrived at the mansion, Marie was smiling happily as she watched him enter through the window.

Even if she doesn’t show it much, the love for his nephew shows through his quick pace entering the mansion.

And, as she finished her words, he took off his cold cloak and stepped cautiously toward the room where Brielle was sleeping.

“He seems to have lost some weight.”

As his eyes adjusted to the darkroom, he caught the baby’s figure a little more clearly. Obviously, the belly that popped out slightly stood out, but he seemed a little slimmer.

He told Marie, who was standing next to him while taking in the face of his nephew whom he hadn’t seen for a long time.

“Because he’s becoming more active.”

When she saw him responding with a slightly different look, she looked forward to seeing Brielle wake up tomorrow.

‘Tomorrow, you’ll be even more surprised to see how much the Young Master has changed.’

The Count continued to watch his profile as Brielle was sleeping in the dark, then, unknowingly, stretched out his hand toward the bulging cheeks.

“Wait a minute, Count.”

But his hand was blocked by her again.

“If you touch him with your cold hands, he’ll wake up. You didn’t wash your hands yet, didn’t you?”

“Haa…”

He had to just be content with just looking again.

Marie smiled at the Count, who followed her words well.

‘I think it’s the Count who lost weight.’

Although for Brielle, it was because he was running around, the Count seemed to be tired from the work in the Royal Palace.

‘But he has become even more attractive.’

As he lost weight, his features were more visible and he looked more masculine.

“What’s wrong?”

She thought he couldn’t notice her gaze since it was dark, but Marie was embarrassed when the Count turned his head and asked.

“Ah… No. I have to sing a lullaby for the Young Master.”

Realizing how clumsy the excuse was to sing a lullaby to a baby who was already sleeping, she bit her tongue slightly.

“…”

When the Count went silent, Marie took a sigh and started singing her lullaby with a little hum.

The Count turned his gaze, following the nanny to her hand patting Brielle’s chest. Her face reflected from the moonlight was visible. Although she was tired from taking care of Brielle, the smile on her face was very warm. Enough to make even his heart flutter.

He didn’t know that he had a pretty crescent smile on his own face looking at her.

***

Marie felt a warmth on her stomach, and she naturally embraced it.

‘Ah, so comfortable.’

She fell asleep late, and her body shriveled from the cold of dawn, but she was feeling cozy.

“Bu bu!”

‘Huh?’

However, when the familiar sound was heard from the warm feeling, she opened her eyes and was surprised.

“Young Master. How are you here…”

When he was sleeping, she had put a blanket on the floor instead of the Western-style bed. Afterward, she made the walls out of soft cushions, and Brielle grabbed them a few days ago to stand up, and today he seemed to have escaped.

“Did you sleep well?”

After greeting, she asked Brielle with a strict face.

“You shouldn’t come over like that. You might hurt yourself.”

She laid a thick blanket around him so he wouldn’t get hurt in case he fell, but she could still picture Brielle’s face as he snuck around and fell wrongly.

“I have to pay more attention to this.”

However, Brielle complained passionately after seeing her expression.

“Bu bu. Ru. Bu Bu. Ru.”

Marie, who was unfamiliar with Brielle’s behavior, smiled as if she had done something wrong, then the baby’s babble stopped.

***

“Now, it’s time to breastfeed.”

Since Marie did not give birth to a child, of course, this was something she couldn’t do.

There is a separate nanny who feeds Brielle every morning, a middle-aged woman named Erin, whom Marie saw when she first opened her eyes here.

She couldn’t take care of Brielle because she also had her baby, and Brielle was the Count’s successor, so he couldn’t just leave him to anyone. It was then that Marie, who had the experience of caring for her younger siblings and a fallen aristocrat, entered the mansion.

Erin mentioned how Brielle rejected Marie initially, so she didn’t know how hard it was for her.

Then Brielle suddenly became attached to her, as he was worried about changing his nanny. And that was the day she possessed this body.

“Bu-”

Brielle, not wanting to be separated from Marie, struggled for some reason.

“It’ll be just a minute. Young Master.”

However, he couldn’t overcome Erin’s power, so he had no choice but to breastfeed quietly.

“Brielle, does he eat baby food well?”

Erin, who was feeding Brielle, asked Marie with a breathless voice.

“Yes, I’m giving him food that is mostly made of cabbage.”

“That sounds great. It’s a big deal because my kid doesn’t want to eat them.”

“Is this the first time?”

“Yes.”

She has two sons. The first one was four.

“Well… Then why don’t you try making the child’s favorite shape into food?”

“Favorite shape?”

“Yes. So if he likes horses, it could be shaped like a horse, and if he likes bears, it could look like a bear.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea.”

Erin was dubious about whether this would really work, but she thought that there was nothing wrong with trying because Marie’s words could be true.

Didn’t she raise her two younger siblings anyway, too? In some ways, it seemed like she was a parenting senior rather than her.

“Huh? You’re not eating anymore?”

Suddenly, Brielle, with his two front teeth, rejected Erin and reached out to Marie.

“Boo! Boo! Ah! Ah!”

***

When Marie, who was answering Erin’s questions and giving her the tips for raising her two younger siblings, held Brielle and patted him on the back to help his digestion, the Count came to the room.

He was on vacation today as he wanted to spend more time with his nephew. Of course, he had to see the work being pushed back in the office instead.

“Count.”

When she found him and called out, Brielle’s head turned.

“Bu!”

There was a smile on the count’s face as he was calling him.

“Have you been having fun?”

Since he couldn’t hold him, he touched the baby’s little hand, resting on Marie’s shoulder instead. His soft touch was very addictive.

Brielle laughed as well, as he enjoyed it.

“Huh?”

Then he discovered something new about his nephew.

“Did you see that?”

“Yes. He already has teeth.”

The Count was stunned by the growth of his nephew.

“I’ve been so careless.”

He reflected on the fact he had not known until now that Brielle’s teeth were growing. No matter how busy he was, there was nothing more precious to him than his nephew, and he regretted missing it.

When Marie heard a sound from her side, she usually said nothing since she wished he would cut his work back a little. So she prepared something to relieve his fatigue.

“I have one more thing to show you.”

“Huh?”

“Look.”

She carefully lowered Brielle to the floor.

Then Brielle briefly pushed his butt back and sat down on his own.

“!”

Even though his nephew, who sat on his own, stretched out his hand and asked for a hug again from Marie, but the Count’s face contained a more joyful expression than when he became the Chancellor.

‘Who the hell says you’re rude.’

Marie looked at his face, and she thought to herself.