439. His Children

439. His Children

Adam awoke in the morning, with a mass of children sprawled on top of him. He turned to the side, feeling a scaly tail up against his cheek. ‘Why do they have tails?’ Adam wondered, before rubbing his cheek against it, causing his son to squirm, the boy pushing himself onto all fours, blinking in confusion. He turned to look at his father, before he smiled with a toothy smile, and he crawled over to rest his head beside his father’s.

“Did you sleep well, Karot?” Adam whispered.

The boy smiled, before hiding himself into his father’s neck. His sisters also awoke, each of them sitting up, Konarot on his stomach, Kirot at his side. He reached up to gently rub Kirot’s back, before he brushed Konarot’s hair.

“Did you all sleep well?” Adam asked, slowly sitting up, though Konarot remained sitting on his stomach. She clutched at his shirt as her father sat up, before she slid down to his lap, refusing to let go of him.

“You need to brush your teeth gently, okay?” Adam said, showing them how he brushed his teeth, assisting the trio of Half Dragons with their brushing. The children mimicked him as best as they could, though they were still getting used to their humanoid bodies.

The Half Elf took his children out to the stream, assisting them with washing up. He soaped them up, starting from the boy, who seemed to be the youngest, as the two girls looked after him most. As he washed up Konarot, he noted the marks all across her body, and he tensed up, before he continued to wash her up.

The Half Dragons sat down beside the stream, their feet feeling the cool water as Adam bathed. ‘They’re so sensible...’ Adam thought, wondering how intelligent they were.

When he returned back to the shared family estate, he went to check up on his Goblin children. The pair were laying in their baskets beside the other Iyrmen children, both at the end where Jarot, the older Iyrman, sat.

“Hello my little Jarot and Jirot,” Adam said, reaching down to tickle their nose. Their bodies twitched and jerked, and they continued to stare up at Adam. The two were cared for by the various mothers of the shared family estate.

“How old are they?” Jarot asked, relaxing beside the children.

“Almost two weeks, I think. They were born on the eighth.” Adam continued to stare down at the little Goblins. They were no longer quite so tiny as they were previously.

“They will grow quickly,” Jarot said, staring down at the pair.

“Yeah,” Adam whispered, sighing. “They were so tiny before, I could hold their entire bodies with almost a hand, but now they’re almost twice as big.”

“That is how newborn babies are.”

The other Iyrmen children were also nearby, wanting to spend time with Jarot, the oldest, and most powerful Iyrman around. Adam withdrew, letting them draw closer to speak with their elder.

“Having fun?” Adam asked, smiling down at the Devilkin teen.

“Yes,” Churot replied, simply.

The group gathered together for breakfast, with the Gak family cooking for the last day of the week, before it was the Rot family’s turn. It was fish with a myriad of spices, which would strike the back of the throat with heat.

“Is this the famous fish soup I’ve heard about?” Adam asked, throwing a look to Mara.

“I hope it is to your liking,” the Demon replied, bowing her head slightly. Nnêw n0vel chapters are published at novelhall.com first made sure his children were eating properly, tearing apart bread and pieces of fish for them, before checking the soup. He winced at the spice, which tasted like fire for a moment, before the citrus flavour punched through.

Adam returned after his enchanting, with his Half Dragon children having walked over towards where he had entered from before he had even turned the corner. “Did you all miss me?” Adam asked, lifting the children up one by one, kissing their cheeks, before setting them down.

The triplets gathered around him and remained by his side as he guided them back to the group. “What’s all this?” Adam asked, spying how many items had been passed, from cups and plates to piles of cloth.

“The children’s gifts,” Sonarot replied.

“Oh, right,” Adam said. “I gave Lanarot her gift when she was born, but I didn’t get anything substantial for the new little babbies.”

Mirot paused, thinking about what he had said. “Are you going to gift them magical weapons?”

Adam avoided the Iyrman’s gaze, before looking to his children. “Well, I mean, I should.”

Mirot sighed, looking to Sonarot, who only smiled at her sister.

They all gathered together to eat again, with Adam’s children settled beside him. Lanarot glanced around him, trying to find where she should sit. She looked up at Adam and pouted up at him. Either side of him had been taken by the girls, and Karot sat on his lap.

“You want to sit with papa?” Adam asked, picking Karot up to move up to one thigh, allowing Lanarot to take her place on his other thigh. He wrapped his arms around them, trapped by the adorable children. ‘The sacrifices I must make.’

Sir Vonda was the only companion who remained at this shared family estate, the others making rounds with the other families, sharing their stories. She stared at Adam with his children, noting that his face seemed lighter.

“You will not share your children with your grandfather?” Jarot asked.

“I already named one after you, didn’t I?”

“No, Jurot did.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Why are you showing so much favouritism to the Dragons?”

“I’m not,” Adam replied, firmly. “I make sure to check on the Goblins from time to time.” He threw a look to the baskets. “I should probably cuddle them more though.” He had left them to the mothers, not wanting to get in their way, but he really should have spent some time with them.

Once the children were fed, Adam ate quickly, before checking on Jirot and Jarot. They were both so small, and Adam hesitated when he made to pick them up, starting with Jirot first, lifting the boy up, holding the back of his head.

The Goblin stared up at Adam in shock, before he jerked and twitched.

“Why are you so small?” Adam whispered. “I don’t mind, though. You should stay small and cute forever.” He spent time with the boy, before Sonarot took the boy, holding him for the one armed Jarot.

Adam lifted Jirot up, whose eyes squinted at him suspiciously. “What? What’s wrong, baby?” The girl did not respond, before Adam felt how warm her bottom had become. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”

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Jirot is asserting her dominance.