Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife-Chapter 681: How hard was it to talk?

Days passed and her whole routine changed, filled completely with the babies needs. Scarlet had known that five children would not be a walk in the park but five grim reaper babies were quite a handful. For starters, they fed like world boxing champions that needed a lot of protein to bulk up. Every ten minutes, one of them was demanding to be breast fed and when she put that one down, another made a similar demand.

There was the gross abuse of their powers as they kept pulling things, throwing them around or changing the color of their eyes or releasing their wings and attempting to fly.

Lastly, there was the pooping and diaper changing, every hour at least. At this rate, she thought she would actually die of exhaustion if it was possible.

At the moment, she was changing the diaper of her first born, still unnamed.

The baby smiled at her and she was filled with love that only a mother would know. Despite the challenges, it was all worth it when she saw that smile, toothless gum and little tufts of black and white hair that was standing like spikes.

Happy, she leaned her head down and rubbed her face across the baby’s belly. Then she looked at her and in a childish voice said, "Who needs a gym when I have you guys? Changing your diapers is enough to give me all the muscle I need."

She was just wrapping up when a nasty smell hit her nose and she crinkled it. A look of helpless frustration came over her and she looked at her daughter.

"Come on, number one, I just changed you." She whined.

"Maybe if you did this with your powers then you would have no need to complain." Esong’s voice wafted into the room and he appeared out of thin air.

She smiled dryly and said in a sarcastic voice, "How nice of you to finally drop in."

"I have been gone four hours only, how are you this mad at me already?" he replied.

"Who says I am mad?" she undid all the work she had done stiffly and cleaned the baby again.

He picked up another of their daughters carefully, being very careful not to wake the three who were sleeping and he slowly put her down on the changing table. It was the last born, the smallest of the sisters and secretly, his favorite because she always calmed down when he carried her and she was the weakest, the one who needed his protection the most. freewebnøvel.com

He would protect all his daughters and love them the same but right from the beginning, the others had proved themselves to be self-willed while she sought his affection, attention and cried at the littlest thing.

Esong sidled up to her and she took a step away, creating a gap between them.

They were having a cold war ever since he left for clean up duty. Also, he still refused to talk about the most important things.

He sighed then and said, "You are still angry because I left and also because I am taking Nyx’s side but I think I should be the angry one here. I married a human woman but she is actually dead and someone else has been living in her place. Your secret is bigger than Nyx’s secret."

She glared at him. "I had no choice but to become Scarlet and mind you I have been a better Scarlet than she ever was. I am now Scarlet, mind, body and soul, it’s all me. Nyx invaded your body and....." she sighed and softened her voice so that she would not scare the children. "How can you defend him? I have a right to be angry. The time I spent with him, your subconscious was put to sleep. You missed out on those moments. He took advantage of you.., of me, us. How can you be okay with it?"

"You know that he can hear you, right?" Esong asked her.

"Good, let him explain himself." She responded. She looked at him and said, "Yourself, whatever it is."

"He had no choice babe. He was becoming unstable and if he died, I would die too. I have told you all about this." Esong explained.

He had to explain because Nyx, that coward was hiding from Scarlet. As soon as he figured out that she was not as happy about his actions as he assumed she would be, he basically clammed up.

He put their daughter back in the crib because she went to sleep right after her diaper was changed.

Esong put an arm around Scarlet’s shoulder and looked at their oldest baby. She smiled at him and he lit up like a lamp. There was so much cuteness in this little bundle of joy. When he looked at her little feet, he had the sudden urge to put them in his mouth and make a ’nom, nom’ sound. He was so enticed that he forgot he and Scarlet were fighting. Every time they met up lately, they ended up arguing.

"She is so beautiful, I look at her and it’s as if I am looking at the brightest star in the sky. I would kill for her in a heartbeat."

Scarlet that had actually killed for their daughter scoffed.

"What do you think about hiring spirit monkeys as nannies? We are going to need a lot of help when we return home, to the real world. Human baby sitters are not going to cut it and they will notice that our babies are certainly different."

She raised her eyebrows and replied in a neutral voice, "Wow, spirit monkeys as baby sitters. You have settled quite nicely into this underworld life Esong Wu."

He retrieved his hand and turned her around to look at him. His eyes held a plea that was asking her to drop it, for once. It had been a very long few months, and he had endured a lot, both him and Nyx, they had suffered just to return to her and their little family. If they spent all their time fighting and arguing them what was all that suffering for?

"Why are you angry? Isn’t my suggestion great?"

She took his hands off her shoulders, one at a time and then she replied, "I am angry because you have somehow become so comfortable with all this very quickly. Your whole life has changed, Esong. Where is the rage at all this change? And you are right, you should be angry because you now know that I am not the real Scarlet. However, you seem to be okay and you want to pick up from where we left as if everything is normal.

Shouldn’t you at least ask for my true name? Don’t you want to know about me, who I was, where I came from or what I did? Put that aside and think about this kopuko business. Apparently, I am some kind of monstrous hunting dog for the old gods. That is another thing you have not said anything about. When I talk about it, you always find something else to do.

I have changed, and so have you. Shouldn’t we discuss these changes and what they mean to us, our relationship and our family?

I want something, a reaction, any reaction that is not this permanent smile and air of tranquility you have going on. Maybe you are okay, but I am not okay."

Somehow, lately she felt more bereft than before despite the fact that he had returned.