Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 275: Too picky

Soon after, the three brothers finally met: the two older ones still crying from hunger as they waited to be fed, while the youngest slept peacefully—completely unbothered by the loud wails or the people around them admiring their adorable, chubby faces.

Little Mia, however, was stunned to see another baby in the house.

She was a bit confused about how her Sis Elena could suddenly have three babies, and now she was torn—she didn’t know which one she should pay attention to first.

"Indeed, the youngest, Max, looks identical to his older brothers. We should put stripes on them to make sure we don’t mix them up," Grandpa Ford suggested, gently cradling the eldest, Leo, in his arms.

At that moment, Grandma Ford had already finished preparing their milk and hurried toward them.

"I already have the stripes. Just write their names on the labels and put them on their wrists," she said, handing over the items.

Then she looked at baby Leo, who was still sobbing as he waited for his food.

"Your milk is finally ready... Are you hungry, Leo?" she whispered soothingly, taking the eldest from her husband’s arms.

Grandpa Caldwell also picked up the bottle prepared for baby Finn and began feeding him.

At first, the two brothers eagerly sucked their milk, making everyone watch them in quiet affection—but only for a moment.

A few seconds later, both babies started pushing the bottles away. Clearly, this was not the food they wanted.

"Waaa... waa..."

"Why are the babies still cwying? No milk, they cwy. Give milk, they still cry. Baby Leo and Baby Finn—too picky!"

Little Mia scolded her nephews, completely torn about how to calm them down and make them drink their milk.

Grandpa Caldwell was just as confused by the two brothers’ strange behavior.

Every time he tried to feed Baby Finn, the little one pushed the bottle away, spilling milk all over himself.

This worried him deeply, because powdered milk was the only thing they could feed them with for now, since their mother was unavailable.

"Finn, grandson, what do you want?" he murmured gently, trying his best to soothe him. "You need to drink your milk before sleeping again."

But Finn only wailed harder, clearly unable to take the milk his grandpa offered.

"Even Leo doesn’t want it. What are we supposed to do?" Grandpa Ford said, alarmed by their refusal.

Before anyone could think further, the weather suddenly shifted. The wind outside grew stronger, and the rain started pouring heavily.

"What’s happening? Is there a hurricane? Something’s wrong with the environment," Grandma Ford exclaimed, trying to understand the surroundings.

This was a space where everything was preset, programmed by Elena herself.

A sudden change in the weather was completely out of line. There was truly something wrong with Paradise.

But Grandpa Caldwell had a different thought. To him, it didn’t seem like the space malfunctioned.

Instead, it felt like the weather—and even the strange behavior of the animals guarding their home—shifted whenever the babies’ emotions changed.

That led him to one conclusion: his great-grandsons really did have abilities. And the alarming part was that they clearly couldn’t control it yet.

"Alright, alright, Grandpa will try another brand of milk. You don’t like this one?" he coaxed gently, wiping the tears streaming down Finn’s cheeks.

But Baby Finn only cried harder, clearly not a fan of any baby milk at all.

Grandma Ford and Mrs. Bennett hurried to try every type of milk they had in the inventory—everything Ethan had stocked up before.

Yet no matter what they offered, both babies refused, making the situation even worse. With no other choice left, they quickly contacted Ethan for help.

*****

Meanwhile, Ethan was busy taking care of his wife.

He cleaned her up so she could sleep comfortably, then carried her into another room before returning to clean the entire maternity room.

When everything was done, he quietly sat beside her, watching her with deep gratitude.

His heart felt full—truly happy with how life had turned out. A year had passed since he had finally married Elena, and now they had three little children.

Though it wasn’t the princess he had once dreamed of, the triplets still filled him with overwhelming joy.

He only hoped his little boys would grow up healthy and strong, especially in a world as uncertain as this one.

After a moment, he leaned down and stole a gentle kiss from his sleeping wife.

He was just about to leave the room to meet Ramon and the others—to give his final instructions, since they needed to leave the building as soon as possible—when his grandfather suddenly called, urgently reporting a problem with the babies.

Ethan immediately asked Sera to stay with Elena.

"Yes, brother. I’ll watch Sis Elena," Sera replied without hesitation.

Her brother, Dr. Paige, was still sleeping soundly due to awakening, and since he was safe inside the space, she chose to help Uncle Ramon and Andrei store the remaining items rather than wait for him to wake up.

"Contact me the moment something feels wrong," Ethan instructed Ramon before vanishing into Paradise.

******

The moment Ethan entered the space, he heard his sons crying bitterly while everyone else tried desperately to soothe them.

He sighed and quickly walked toward them.

"Ethan, you’re finally here," Grandma Ford said with relief.

The babies were completely out of control, their cries frantic and impossible to understand.

"Grandma, what happened to them?" he asked, immediately reaching to take his eldest son.

Grandma Ford carefully handed the baby over and explained, "The two brothers don’t want powdered milk. We tried different brands, but nothing worked."

She was clearly worried about what alternative food they could possibly give.

While listening, Ethan also glanced outside. The rain was getting stronger—almost like a typhoon was forming over their house—and the animals were growing increasingly restless.

Now he understood why his Grandpa thought the space was acting strangely. Something like this had never happened before.

Ethan then looked at his eldest son, who was still sobbing.

"Eldest, stop crying. Look at yourself—you’re all red, and your eyes are so puffy."

Then, as if his voice carried some magic, the baby suddenly paused and opened his eyes, leaving everyone stunned.

His eyes were beautiful—they were ocean-blue, exactly like Ethan’s.

Soon, the father and son stared at each other with equal curiosity. Well, Baby Leo found the big man’s arms warm and familiar.

He scrunched his tiny forehead and gazed at Ethan, completely absorbed—even though his vision was still blurred.

And Ethan couldn’t help but find it funny. His newborn son looked at him with such intense interest, almost as if he could see him clearly.

But he brushed off the thought. According to the books he had read, newborns couldn’t see much at all—they were still adjusting to the world.

For now, Ethan needed to figure out why his sons refused to drink their milk.

"Done crying? Your mom is resting, so Dad is the only one who can take care of you. Now... let’s try drinking your milk again, alright?"

Baby Leo listened closely to his father’s voice, drawing everyone’s attention.

He seemed calmer now, but after only a few seconds, he pushed the bottle away again—then turned toward Little Mia’s direction, ready to cry once more.

Baby Leo and Baby Finn may not have been able to see it... But they could sense the delicious food Little Mia was carrying.