FATHER'S POV
It's been two days since I last slept. I was surprised by how tired I was. I initially thought it was just a small bruise, so I didn't see a doctor. Heck, even the doctor didn't realize I was injured at first glance. Dr. Che even doubted my wife, thinking she was overreacting. Even though that's what he thought, he didn't show it. Then it turned out that the external injuries were just the tip of the iceberg; most of my bones were cracked, my ribs misshapen. I didn't understand the doctor's explanation fully, but I knew it wasn't good. Who would think it's good for your bones to reform? Anyways, the doctor was shocked by my condition and became like a madman, poking needles into my body. I think it's called acupuncture? I'm not sure, as I've never seen it before. The doctor was surprised I didn't know what acupuncture was and got irritated, almost ending my life. Thankfully, he's a renowned doctor, so he couldn't just kill someone based on feeling, but he warned me to stop arguing with others because the children might lose their father—heck, even my wife and kids might lose their lives if I angered someone important. Anyways, I don't know the exact time, but I think I was healing for about a month? Maybe more; I don't really know, but I'm supposed to be okay now, so I can probably leave? Anyways. While walking to my wife, I was thinking of names for our children, but then realized their mother probably already named them. Anyways, I was on my way to my family when I heard my second child crying, so I hurried into the room. There, I saw my haggard wife and a war-like look on the nanny's face. I asked what was going on; they said the second child was so active that even with their combined efforts, they couldn't tire him out. My first child looked like he was saying, "You can't even handle that?" That might just be me, but the contempt I saw (probably) made me smile tiredly, but I was still thankful for my first child. It was like the energy of my first child was in my second child's body? I poked my wife, gesturing for her to rest, while I looked at the maids and smiled, saying I'd take over. So I played with my child while my wife slept with one eye open—that look was scary! Sleeping with one eye open and the other closed is scary to look at, so I just didn't look, but the feeling of being observed was still there. Anyways, I tried to carry my child, and oh boy, what a wrong move that was! The child pulled me so strongly I was surprised. I mean, who wouldn't be? A freaking one-month-old baby pulling me! Me, an adult weighing about 70 kg. Is that normal? Normal? Which kid has the strength to pull an adult? I was surprised by a baby who's not even a year old. Why did I think my child was normal? You ask because this is my first child, duh. Anyways, I was playing with my child to tire him out. If I can say that what's happening to us is me playing him or him playing me, I don't even know who's the parent anymore. Sigh. With a bit more struggling, my little demon was finally tired and hungry, so he cried. As if my wife had a trigger, she shot up from her seat, jumped on me, and choked me! I tapped her hand, like my life was on the line. Let me rephrase that: I tapped her with my life on the line! Her grip was like a freaking bear! Ugh, I really want to punch my in-laws while saying, "This is fucking less talented???" Fuck. Anyways, I was saved by the maids—and when I say maids, I mean maids. I don't know how many of them had to come just to stop my wife. When she woke up, she hurriedly checked on me for a second and went straight to our child while I was gasping for air. I thought, "Now I see where that little devil's strength comes from," and hear this—the little devil was laughing the entire time I was struggling for my life. Anyways, I see now why my wife has to sleep with one eye open and the other closed. I really learned my lesson today. So, before I got my soul sucked by these demons, I left the room and headed to my and my wife's room to rest.
MOTHER'S POV
When I was looking at the air, my hair was basically standing on end, and my saliva was dripping. If someone outside our house saw me like this, I bet they would think I was mentally ill. One month—short yet freaking long. After sending the doctor to check on my husband after I injured him lightly, I saw how many needles were on my husband, while thinking if the doctor was overreacting. I mean, the wounds on my husband were many, but to put needles basically everywhere? I asked him if my husband was alright, and he said he was out of danger. My right eyebrow raised, and when the doctor saw this, he explained why. When I heard the reason, oh boy, I felt bad for my husband, yet also proud of him for standing up with me all the way to the end. I was so proud that I forgot I nearly killed him. Anyways, it's been one month since then. I then suddenly felt someone poking me while smiling. I saw my husband. I was so happy; I wanted to kiss him, hug him, but I was so out of energy because my little devil definitely got his father's stamina. My husband signaled me to rest, so I tried to rest, and when I closed one eye, the other didn't. I don't even know how I'm doing it; let's just call it mother's will. For an unknown amount of time, my husband seemed capable, so I let my stiff body relax and sleep. Then my baby cried. My instincts took me to where my baby cried, and I beat up my enemy (not really) while asleep. It took a lot more people to wake me up, so when I woke up looking at them with a question mark in my eyes, they pointed below me. And I saw my husband's basically violet face for some unknown reason. I apologized to my husband while he just smiled and said he would rest. I hugged him one last time before he left, and while all this was happening, my little devil just laughed the whole time.
KHENT POV
"Eye open still." Man, this family is a mess.