"What name should I choose for my cute baby?" Astrid murmured in contemplation, stroking Aziz's sparse hair.
Amidst her contemplation and doubt, she heard a whispering voice inside her head.
"Name him Aziz," the mysterious voice mentally told Astrid.
Looking left and right in search of the voice's origin, the only thing she found was her friend and reluctant employee, Isis.
"Isis, did you just say something?" Astrid asked Isis, in doubt.
"No, my lady, I didn't say anything," Isis replied calmly.
Receiving Isis's answer and not finding the source of that whisper, she ended up putting the matter aside for later.
Turning her gaze back to her baby, she finally gave her verdict.
"Aziz, my son's name will be Aziz," Astrid said with confidence.
Five months later.
Over these five months, Aziz hadn't really done much; after all, being in a baby's form is very limiting.
Now, inside the room where he was born, we can see little Aziz lying on his bed with his mother breastfeeding him.
"So delicious and sweet as always," Aziz thought with satisfaction, as he sucked his mother's divine nectar.
"I guess five months have passed since I mysteriously reincarnated," Aziz thought with a bit of doubt; as a baby, he can't directly calculate time, since most of the time he's awake he stays in the room or his mother takes him to the bathroom, which is also inside the room.
Because of this, he can't tell if it's day or night, and to make matters worse, he has very little energy to stay awake most of the time.
"It's truly embarrassing to have someone clean me when I make my messes," Aziz murmured mentally in embarrassment.
"Calm down, my little baby, I'm not going anywhere, you're very eager sucking the milk from my breasts," Astrid said lovingly and a little amused, looking with affection at her beloved son.
Coming out of his thoughts upon hearing what his mother said, he realized that he was indeed sucking his favorite nectar too strongly.
Lifting his large, beautiful, and mysterious silver eyes with a sky-blue tint, he gazed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"She's so beautiful, so perfect; in fact, it would be blasphemy to compare my mother to the most famous models of my previous world," Aziz thought in a state of daze as he admired his mother.
"The closer I am to her, the longer I look at her, my heart beats faster than it should. I feel that strange feeling I've never felt before; could this be love?" Aziz thought in doubt.
"My lady, now it's my turn to take care of the young master," Isis arrived and entered the room making her demand.
Hearing the door open and what Isis said, Astrid couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"Isis, don't you see I'm feeding my beloved baby now? You can have him later," Astrid said as she hugged her son tighter.
"No, my lady, you've used that same excuse before. The young master is already full, look at his little belly, it's already swollen from all the milk he drank from you," Isis said, pointing to Aziz's swollen belly with a smile on her face.
Looking down to confirm if what her friend said was true, she saw that her son was indeed full, however, looking at her son who was sucking so eagerly, she doubted if her baby was truly satisfied.
"Does my baby still want mommy's milk?" Astrid asked Aziz in a loving tone.
Before Aziz could shake his head a little to confirm that he still wanted more of his favorite nectar, he was pulled away from his mother's breast by Isis.
"Nngh, Isis, leave my baby with me a little longer," Astrid said, her cheeks slightly flushed after having groaned against her will by Isis's sudden action of taking her son from her breast.
"No, my lady, the young master is mine now," Isis said, rubbing her cheek against Aziz's, almost dying from so much cuteness.
Looking down and feeling something wet, Astrid saw that her breast was still leaking a little milk, which made her even more flushed.
Looking at his favorite nectar that was being wasted, Aziz, for the first time, became truly upset about something.
Lifting her gaze to demand that Isis let her baby stay with her a little longer, she saw that Isis and her son had left the room, leaving her alone.
Remembering that this was the first time since her son was born that he would leave the room, she quickly got ready and followed them, after all, as a protective and loving mother, it's natural for her to be present for all of her beloved baby's first times.