Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 74: Freya’s Trauma

The atmosphere gradually softened after that. Freya stopped sulking and leaned her arm against the open window, letting the wind brush against her face.

Still, every now and then she flinched. Her cheeks were faintly red, and sometimes she closed her eyes while letting out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a suppressed moan. The plug still inside her was clearly keeping her restless and frustrated.

Gideon glanced at her from the driver’s seat. What happened at the dining table earlier still bothered him.

"So what exactly happened to you back at breakfast?" he asked casually. "Your mom didn’t find you lying on the floor covered in cum and sperm, right?"

His tone was teasing, but Freya’s face suddenly turned pale.

"Ugh... that’s..." She covered her mouth as a wave of nausea hit her.

Gideon’s expression shifted slightly. "You’re not... pregnant already, are you?" he asked carefully.

The system had not updated her status yet, so he had no confirmation. But the nausea made him wonder. On the other hand, even Summer had not shown any pregnancy symptoms yet. Usually, those things appeared weeks later.

Freya shook her head quickly and glared at him.

"I’m not! Ugh... you know, yesterday I felt excited about the idea of being pregnant, but..." She took a deep breath. "I don’t think I want to get pregnant anymore."

Gideon slammed the brake in surprise. "What?! Why?"

Freya hesitated. "Actually..."

...

Freya had been helping when Kanna went into labor that night.

Honestly, she would rather have stayed in her room, grinding against the plug buried in her pussy until she finally came. Her body desperately needed it.

Instead, she had been forced to sit at the head of the bed, hugging a pillow while Kanna struggled through labor. Kanna kept breathing in and out as Elaine instructed, shouting in pain every few moments.

At least the screaming helped hide the small sounds Freya accidentally made.

Her body burned. Her pussy kept twitching and clenching uselessly around the plug. What she really wanted was Gideon’s cock filling her completely, but the plug alone was nowhere near enough.

"Hahh... hnnnggg... I hate you, Gideon," she murmured into the pillow, tightening her grip around it.

One of her hands kept pressing against her crotch, trying to ease the unbearable pressure building inside her, but it was still not enough to push her over the edge.

Meanwhile, Delilah moved around the room quickly, handling bloody clothes and assisting Elaine, who was guiding Kanna through the labor.

She kept calling Freya but she didn’t respond. Finally, Delilah lost patience and tossed a dirty cloth straight at her face.

"Freya! Take the dirty cloth and bring a clean one!"

Freya snapped out of her daze immediately when she saw the furious look on her mother’s face.

"Yes, Mom!"

She hurried over beside Elaine, who was crouched between Kanna’s legs, giving instructions.

"Good. Breathe in and out. When the next contraction comes, push hard. We can see the baby’s head!" Elaine said firmly.

Freya nodded and moved to Kanna’s side. She collected the blood-soaked cloth and passed it to Summer so it could be washed.

But when she reached forward to remove the cloth near the front, she froze. Her eyes locked onto the baby’s head that was slowly emerging. It looked far larger than she had imagined.

And Kanna’s entrance... was much smaller than she expected.

Freya’s mind went completely blank. ’How is that even possible?’ she thought, staring in shock.

Freya barely noticed the commotion in the room when Jade dragged Kilian outside. Her attention was completely fixed on Kanna.

Blood and amniotic fluid continued to spill out as the baby’s head finally fully came out. For a moment it pushed forward, but then, strangely, it slipped back slightly.

"Stop pushing, Kanna. The baby is stuck." Elaine’s voice cut through the room. The words made Freya’s face turn even paler.

"Freya, can you get the lidocaine, a syringe, and the curved surgical scissors?"

"Huh? O-okay!"

Freya hurried toward the suitcase sitting on the table near the window. She knew that bag well. Elaine had practically been her nanny in the past, and Freya had often helped around the clinic–though this was the first time she had helped in labour.

Because of that, she was familiar with most of the tools and medicines Elaine usually used.

She opened the suitcase and grabbed a bottle of lidocaine. Quickly drawing the liquid into a syringe, she then picked up the curved scissors.

Before handing them over, she dipped the scissors into a container of alcohol to sterilize them.

Then she rushed back and passed the syringe to Elaine.

Meanwhile, Jade and Delilah moved to hold Kanna’s legs, pushing them slightly toward her stomach to help create space. Even then, nothing changed.

Elaine spoke again, her voice firm. "Kanna, I need to perform an episiotomy. I have to cut your perineum. Your baby’s shoulder is stuck behind your pelvic bone, and the baby is running out of oxygen. We have to do this quickly."

"Yes! Do whatever you have to. Just save my baby!" Kanna cried without hesitation.

Her face twisted in pain as another contraction hit. Freya could tell the situation had become critical. Elaine needed to get the baby out as fast as possible before the oxygen ran out.

Elaine injected the lidocaine into the perineal tissue, the area between the vagina and the anus. After waiting about thirty seconds for the anesthetic to take effect, she inserted three fingers inside to guide the scissors.

Then she made a diagonal cut to widen the opening, giving herself enough room to rotate the baby’s shoulder and pull the baby free.

Freya nearly fainted at the sight. The wound looked horrifying, and even with the local anesthesia, Kanna was clearly still in terrible pain.

Moments later, the baby was finally delivered. Everyone in the room erupted with relief and cheers.

Everyone except Freya.

She stared blankly for a second before suddenly pressing a hand over her mouth. The sensation of Gideon’s semen still inside her suddenly came back to mind, making her realize something horrifying.

Her stomach turned. She bent over and vomited onto the floor.

The sight immediately alarmed Delilah. Her mother rushed over and rubbed her back.

"What’s wrong, Freya? You can’t handle it?"

"Huh, why is it all white liquid?" Summer said, peering at the mess.

Freya’s entire body stiffened.

"Hm... wait a second. Are you drinking my strawberry milk from the refrigerator?! You thief!" Summer was suddenly accused.

"That’s not true! She’s lactose intolerant!" Delilah quickly replied.

"She is?"

"I am?"

Both sisters asked at the same time.

After all, they had not drunk milk since the apocalypse began, and Freya had been too young to remember much from before.

"See?! That means you really did steal my milk!" Summer stomped her foot and moved closer. "But why is it white? Isn’t it supposed to be pink? And this smell... I feel like I’ve smelled it before—"

Freya immediately realized that her not-so-bright sister was about to figure it out.

So she acted quickly. Her body went limp as she pretended to faint. Delilah caught her just in time before she collapsed onto the floor.

"Seriously? Are you pretending to faint now? I don’t care. You still owe me a crate of milk!" Summer complained.

"Summer! You’re not a child anymore. Grow up!" Delilah scolded.

That was how Freya managed to escape the situation.

But the image of Kanna’s labor remained burned into her mind. The fear of it all made her forget about the plug still inside her.

For the first time, she started seriously panicking about all the reckless, unprotected sex she had been having.

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Gideon, who had listened to the entire story, only blinked. For the last part, he almost wanted to laugh.

But seeing someone’s body torn like that, even if it could eventually heal, would terrify anyone. Imagining that it might be her own body in ten months made it even worse.

"Say something!" Freya complained, crossing her arms with a frustrated sigh. "You know I can’t even sleep now. And when I do, I keep having nightmares."

Her expression looked troubled as she lowered her voice. "Would you still love me if I didn’t want to have your child?"

Gideon sighed softly. At this point, the question came a little too late. They had already had far too much reckless, unprotected sex for that decision to matter now.

Still, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Freya, not everyone will experience the same complications Kanna did. And even if something like that happens... Did you see her face afterward? Did she look like she regretted it?"

Freya slowly shook her head. "No... I think she looked happier than anything."

"I’d still accept it if you didn’t want children," Gideon continued calmly. "But honestly, it’s probably already too late for that choice. What I can promise is that I’ll make sure you receive the best care possible."

Freya’s cheeks turned red as she nodded. "Yes... I’m sorry. I feel like I’m acting so childish."

"It’s normal," Gideon replied. "You’re just scared about what might happen."

Freya suddenly hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Gideon... I’ll help you with whatever you need," she said softly. "If it’s your child, I think I can face all the pain in the world."

Gideon chuckled, "Of course you could, you are strong, Freya."

The system wasn’t changing her status for now, but at least Freya was ready to have a child and he was sure she would be a great mother for his children.