“Liv~”
“Sophie?”
“Aisa~?”
“Elise?”
“”………””
Hmm.
Hmm…
“…Looks like she’s not impressed at all.”
“…Right?”
Right now, we were at home, continuously calling out names for our daughter.
Both of our phones had lists of girl names written down, and we were going through them one by one.
Since we couldn’t just keep calling her “Tteun,” even after she was born.
“…We’ve been at it for over 10 minutes now.”
“…True.”
“…Hmm. Should we try a bit longer?”
After about a week, my body had recovered, and after the complete check-up of our daughter, the most important thing since coming home was this.
Choosing a name for the child.
Previously, Corbin insisted that we should name her only after seeing her appearance or gender, but that was no longer feasible.
Of course, it wouldn’t be inconvenient even without a name right away.
Honestly, just looking at the baby brought us so much joy…
“…Hmm.”
But still, we had to come up with a name.
Right.
I had gotten decent at reading names, and since it was my daughter’s name, I had to do it properly.
“Izabella?”
“Rize?”
“Sophia?”
“Liliana?”
“Bianca?”
“Hmm….”
None of them seemed to get any reaction.
In fact, it felt like our daughter was looking at us like we were fools.
…Can a baby even have that kind of expression?
It seemed like… she was looking at us with utter disappointment.
“…What do we do?”
“Right… it seems like she’s not liking any of them.”
It was a real dilemma.
Both of us had been aware that we lacked naming sense since we named the fetus.
But I never imagined we’d be like this when it came time for the baby’s name.
” Waaah!”
“What’s wrong?”
Right in the middle of calling out names, our baby suddenly started crying out of the blue.
What is it, did she poop?
“I hope not…”
“Waaaah!”
“Oh, are you hungry?”
“Waaaaah!”
Man… Seeing this adorable little creature, I felt awkward in various ways.
If it were the old me, I probably wouldn’t have been this pleased to see such a tiny baby crying just because she’s hungry.
Is it because she’s my child?
It just felt cute.
“Otcha…”
I picked up the baby from the crib and briefly opened my chest area.
The good thing about wearing a dress is… it’s easy to do this?
I feel like I had used this advantage in many directions before.
But thank goodness I’m using it in a wholesome way now.
“Were you that hungry?”
“Uh!”
“Pfft…”
“You’re cute.”
“That’s true.”
Just like that, unlike before when she cried, she was now simply asking for food in my arms.
She looked somewhat fluffy compared to the first moments after birth, when she was so wrinkly.
At this point, just looking at her was unbelievably cute.
It was an objectively cute look.
Honestly, since she’s still a baby, I couldn’t say she resembled anyone yet, but I felt she looked a bit like both Corbin and me.
Her eyes were blue like mine, and her features were prominent.
“Tsk… Tsk…”
“…Hmm.”
“What’s up?”
“She bites harder than Corbin.”
“…Ah.”
I was in the process of giving my daughter milk, but it was a bit painful.
Corbin had bitten before, but this baby wasn’t biting to be playful; she was just trying to suck down the milk.
Thanks to that…
“…Could you please bite a little softer?”
“Chuuuup!!!”
“…Hmm.”
I felt like I should teach her not to bite so hard before teaching her anything else.
Honestly, if this continues, I might not have anything left.
Am I going to be completely bitten off?
Of course, it’s not that she’s truly strong enough to do that, but it definitely did hurt.
“Haha…”
I couldn’t scold a baby who couldn’t even understand words.
I could only keep on breastfeeding.
…Well, at least she’s eating well.
“…But the milk looks more like regular milk than I thought.”
“True.”
“It seems like… really thick milk…?”
“It tastes a bit sweet.”
Honestly, Corbin and I… had tasted my breast milk before.
Since I had to give it to the baby anyway.
I thought it would be good to check what it actually tasted like.
So I gave it a try, and… it was surprisingly interesting.
Personally, it tasted sweeter than regular milk?
“So is that why she likes it? Because it’s sweet?”
“Maybe that’s it. Considering how… intensely focused she looks while eating.”
Our daughter was truly… really putting her all into breastfeeding.
I was sure I had fed her at lunch already, but did she get hungry again that quickly?
She was quite the little glutton.
“…Me, too.”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
“…No, one breast is for the baby, and the other one is…”
“Commander.”
“…Sorry.”
I was still not used to calling Corbin by the title of “Commander.”
But it was certainly effective to call him Commander suddenly after using his name.
It really felt like he got scared every time I used that title.
“Stop talking nonsense, and let’s quickly decide on the baby’s name. Corbin wanted a daughter, and look how well she turned out!”
“Hehe~”
“…That’s true.”
When I brought the baby in front of me, finishing up her milk and smiling happily, I couldn’t help but admit it.
Our baby really is cute.
I was already worried about how she’d fare when she eventually went to school.
It factually was a bit unreasonable to evaluate her at such a young age, but still, she was cute.
She was beautiful as well.
“But isn’t she truly cute? Her eyes are big and adorable, she’s pretty, her nose is high, and her lips are lovely… plus her iris is blue like mine, she’s really pretty.”
“…Is that just self-praise?”
“Since she’s my daughter, it’s natural for her to resemble me.”
“What about the parts she takes after me?”
“Hmm…”
What parts did she take after Corbin?
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
“Her hair is black?”
That was about all I could think of right now.
Both Corbin and I didn’t have particularly small features…
Must be because she’s a girl.
It was hard to pinpoint anything that clearly resembled Corbin in her.
“Umm… her personality?”
“Personality…? She’s a baby?”
“More accurately, it feels like it should be a preference.”
“…?”
She didn’t seem to understand for a moment, but there surely were some common traits between our daughter and Corbin.
And that was…
“She likes breasts?”
“…No. That’s kinda off-topic, isn’t it?”
“Well, still, they resemble each other.”
“That’s… well, maybe…”
“Different reasons for appetite and lust, but anyway.”
Roughly answering felt good enough.
Right.
*
“…You still haven’t decided on a baby name?”
“Haha…”
Hmm.
What should I say in response to the Boss’s words?
We had become parents, yet here we were without a name for the baby, so I had nothing to say.
The baby surprisingly slept a lot more and was comfortably asleep in the crib, but still, it was best to settle on a name quickly.
After all, names need to be called.
“Can’t you just name her based on how you feel while looking at her?”
“…That’s what he decided.”
“…Another Commander moment?”
“…Yeah.”
Hmm.
Honestly, isn’t that a fair point?
“Corbin, hurry up and decide.”
“Eh? Are you finally calling me by my name?”
“…Well, we have to now.”
“Right, I’m glad about that. Now go name the baby. It’s a relief to avoid calling each other ‘Sir’ all the time. Sigh…”
“Haha…”
Well… it was definitely strange.
Especially given that we had a child but still addressed Corbin as “Commander.”
Seeing as I usually used honorifics, people hadn’t found it too odd… yet in most scenarios, it certainly was weird.
“Is the baby still asleep?”
“Yeah. I fed her dinner before you arrived.”
The baby surprisingly had been sleeping quite a bit.
After I breastfed her dinner, she quickly fell asleep shortly after.
Of course, when she cried, she cried quite loudly, which made it a bit hard, but still, she was better than a baby that cried a lot while sleeping less.
So, we were having a conversation at the table while the baby was quietly sleeping.
Corbin kept going back and forth to check on the baby.
Checking to see if she was still sleeping well, if she hadn’t pooped, and if she was still cute.
And just like that, we were living our week.
In fact, both of us had taken parental leave, and there was really nothing to do besides rest at home.
Caring for the baby was all we did.
“…Commander, your parents have been asking for baby pictures.”
“Ah.”
“…Did you forget?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll send them right away…”
“No, you must be tired from baby duties; there’s no need for you to get up. I can go out later, and then you can do it after that.”
“…Sure.”
Well… caring for a baby was certainly tiring.
I was still feeling a bit exhausted, and Corbin had quite a bit to do as well.
He was even changing diapers for me.
But I was still the one who kept putting the baby to sleep.
Originally, we had planned to share that duty, but somehow it ended up this way.
Was it because the baby preferred the mom with the larger chest over the dad who looked a bit scary with muscles?
But the chest belongs to the dad.
“Why? Is something the matter?”
“No, I’m just thinking it would be nice if we could name the baby quickly.”
“…I’m trying.”
Anyway… even though it had only been a week since giving birth, we were living surprisingly peaceful days.
“…Boss? I mean, uh… Mother-in-law?”
“…?”
“Should we take a photo with the baby to send to our parents? Would you join… us?”
“Oh.”
I was sincerely surprised by Corbin’s sudden suggestion.
… For him to say something like this.
He wasn’t the Commander I knew…?
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