Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 271: Triplets

Hearing her husband, Elena couldn’t help but smile through her exhaustion, relief flooding her as their eyes met.

Though he was battered and worn from battle, he was safe—and that was all that mattered. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She wanted to ask about the abbots but quickly brushed the thought aside—now wasn’t the time.

There was still one more baby to bring into the world, and every second counted.

Meanwhile, seeing her pale, weary face and her silence, Ethan felt a deep wave of distress over his wife’s condition.

He gently caressed Elena’s cheek with his heart aching as he watched her fight to stay conscious.

He couldn’t help but think of his two boys. ’They’d better listen to their mom and obey her.’

Unaware of what was running through her husband’s mind, Elena reached out to him through telepathy, her voice faint but gentle as she tried to comfort him.

"I’m fine, just running out of strength. Take the second one to Paradise—his been crying for a while now. Have some pity on your second prince."

Ethan froze for a moment, completely overwhelmed. He had thought they were having twins at most—but now, a third child?

His heart trembled between awe and fear.

Silently, he prayed that both Elena and their last baby would make it through safely.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though guilt lingered in his heart.

Perhaps he was partly to blame for this, but what was done was done—and now, they had two adorable children already—soon three.

"Thank you for having our kids," he said softly. "I’ll take the second one to Paradise first; I’ll be right back. Don’t start the procedure without me."

Elena wanted to refuse, not wanting him to witness something that might haunt him later.

But seeing his stubborn expression—and knowing he wouldn’t take ’no’ for an answer—she finally gave in.

She let out a long sigh as she looked at her husband.

The process would be painful, but Elena had endured worse before. Even without anesthesia, she believed her willpower was enough.

Everything for the child—she would take it all if it meant the baby would be safe.

Ethan quickly turned to the improvised crib where their second son lay, still crying softly.

The sight of his tiny, round face tugged at his heart.

He didn’t know if the baby cried for attention or out of fear, but he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Gently, he scooped him up into his arms.

"Stop crying, son. Mommy and Daddy are here," Ethan whispered softly.

At once, the baby quieted down after hearing that familiar deep voice—the same one that had spoken to him every night before birth—and relaxed completely, soon drifting into a peaceful sleep.

Ethan chuckled, his heart swelling with joy.

Moments like this were priceless—first when he married Elena, and now, the birth of their children.

He couldn’t contain his happiness as he gently soothed the second-born, who was finally calm.

He then lowered himself beside Elena, letting her see their sleeping son one last time before he left.

His action made her smile—truly blessed to have such adorable babies.

"The second one’s asleep now. I’ll take him to Paradise, wife," Ethan said lovingly.

Elena nodded, warmth softening her tired expression as she watched him cradle the baby with care.

He had practiced for months with an improvised baby doll, and now, holding his son in his arms like a pro, all that effort had finally paid off.

With one last look at his wife, Ethan then entered the space.

****

The moment Ethan appeared, all eyes turned to him once again—everyone was eager to see the second-born, wondering if the twins were identical or fraternal.

When they finally caught sight of the tiny baby in his arms, the room filled with astonished murmurs as both brothers looked identical.

Grandpa Caldwell’s face lit up with pure joy as he carefully took the second-born into his arms, swaddling him lovingly.

He was probably the happiest grandfather in the world as his great-grandsons were safe and sound.

"How’s Elena? Is she alright?" Grandpa asked softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping babies.

"Elena is safe and fighting hard," Ethan replied, his voice full of worry. "There’s... another one coming. We’re having... triplets."

Everyone froze, staring at Ethan in disbelief. Three babies in one pregnancy—it was beyond what anyone expected.

Joy quickly mixed with concern, their thoughts all turning to Elena’s condition.

Grandpa Caldwell gently laid the second-born in the crib so the others could see him, then turned back to Ethan, his expression serious.

"How exactly is Elena? Tell me the truth."

"She’s exhausted," Ethan admitted. "We’re going ahead with a cesarean for the third child."

Grandpa sighed heavily. They had no specialist for such a delicate procedure, which made his heart uneasy.

"Do everything you can to save them both, understand?"

"I will," Ethan promised firmly. "Don’t worry too much. I’ll go back now."

He glanced lovingly at his two sleeping boys before disappearing from the space.

Grandpa Caldwell wanted to mention that the firstborn had shown signs of a strange ability, but seeing how serious the situation was, he decided to stay quiet for now.

’One step at a time,’ he thought. ’It’s truly fascinating how the firstborn can affect the environment inside Paradise.’

Paradise was always neutral—its temperature never rose or dropped.

But just moments ago, whenever the firstborn cried or grew restless, the air itself seemed to change.

The atmosphere shifted subtly, as if responding to his emotions.

Grandpa had no explanation for it. He could only hope it was normal—a sign of the firstborn’s unusual ability.

They already knew the world would soon turn into a fortress for awakeners—people will have different kinds of abilities.

Elena had already warned them about what she believed would come, and so far, everything she said was proving true.

Grandpa Caldwell was often astonished by her insight, as if she could foresee the future. But whatever the reason, her knowledge had become their greatest advantage.

Unbeknownst to him or anyone else, Elena had been reborn—and only Ethan knew the truth.

With a thoughtful gaze, Grandpa Caldwell turned his attention to the second-born, quietly wondering if this little one also carried something extraordinary within him.

****

The moment Ethan returned, his wife was fighting to stay awake, her eyelids heavy but her will unyielding.

She wanted—needed—to know how their babies were doing inside Paradise.

Through telepathy, her faint voice reached him. "How are the babies? Are they sleeping well?"

Ethan gently brushed her hair back. "Hmm, don’t worry about them. Grandpa and the others are watching over them."

Hearing that, Elena let out a soft sigh of relief. The tension in her face eased slightly, and she turned her attention to Grandma Ford and Mrs. Bennett.

"You don’t need to use anesthesia," she said weakly. "If I fall asleep, I won’t wake until my awakening is complete."

Mrs. Bennett nodded, taking her position as the lead while Grandma Ford prepared to assist.

The two women exchanged a quiet, worried glance as they put on their sterile blue coats.

Ethan stayed by Elena’s side, wrapping his trembling arms around her.

"Wife..."

Elena smiled faintly, her hand brushing his cheek.

"Ethan, take care of the babies for a while. Don’t worry—everything will be alright."

And with those words, her eyes fluttered shut. She sank into a deep sleep, her breathing slowing as a soft light began to surround her.

Spiritual energy then flowed through her body, weaving around her like a living aura—it was her awakening.

Soon, the operation began.

Mrs. Bennett worked carefully, her hands steady despite the tension in the room as Grandma Ford passed the tools, whispering small prayers under her breath.

Meanwhile, Elena drifted far away—into a dream that felt almost too real.

She found herself sitting in a vast, sunlit meadow where the air was warm and the scent of flowers filled her lungs.

Trees rustled gently, and animals wandered freely nearby. It was peaceful, almost heavenly.

But confusion soon washed over her. ’Wasn’t she supposed to be asleep... for the awakening?’

Then she saw them—one small baby dragon soaring through the sky, its wings glinting in the sunlight.

Another played among the animals, chirping joyfully.

Her heart melted. She had dreamed of them before, long ago. And now, seeing them again, she wanted to get to know them.

But then—a thought struck her. There should be three.

"Where’s the third one?"

She walked through the meadow curiously until she reached a beautiful garden bursting with color—vivid flowers, swaying trees, life everywhere.

At its center lay a large bed of blossoms... and there, nestled among them, was the third baby dragon.

But something was wrong.

As she approached, the flowers began to wilt one by one, their colors draining into gray.

The air turned cold. The once-bright petals shriveled and blackened, spreading rot across the garden.

Her pulse quickened. "No..."

She ran forward—and froze. The baby dragon was motionless, its tiny body limp, lifeless.

Tears welled in her eyes. The grief hit her so hard as if ripping her heart.

She fell to her knees, cradling the tiny dragon in her arms.

"Wake up... please... don’t leave Mommy," she sobbed, her tears falling onto its tiny scales as she gently tried to wake the baby dragon.

Then she froze, startled by her own words. ’Mommy? Why had she called herself that?’

But the thought was quickly drowned by the weight of her sorrow.

The pain felt too real—too deep—as if something precious was slipping away right before her eyes.

The other two dragons hovered above her, crying out in distress, their mournful wails echoing through the dying garden.

And then—something within her clicked.

The dream wasn’t just a dream. These three dragons weren’t just symbols—they were her children.

Her heart shattered. "No, no, no..." she cried, her voice breaking.

"I have to wake up. Please—somebody, help my baby! Don’t take her away from me."

Her scream echoed through the dreamscape, raw and desperate, as if her very soul was trying to wake from this hellish nightmare.