'Who Made Me A Princess' was a popular manhwa and novel about a girl named Athanasia who had reincarnated into the world of the novel, 'A Lovely Princess'. In A Lovely Princess, Athanasia was unable to gain the affections of her tyrant father, the e...
Trigger Warning for intense(?) bullying/assault! It's a bit more intense this chapter, and I know it can be a bit triggering for some people, so a warning just in case! Also, a small doodle of the current heights comparisons and ages of the baby trio as of this chapter!
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"Jetty!"
"Kee-waah!"
Jennette releases out a gleeful squeal as Ijekiel rushes in, embracing the nearly one year old practicing her standing. He's gotten much more excited these days about seeing her, ever since Jen's been standing and trying to walk much more. Erith doesn't try to rush after him, peeking in from the door a moment or so after Ijekiel arrives. It's gotten to the point where Erith doesn't frantically worry about Ijekiel anymore, as long as he's within eyesight.
Jen stumbles a bit, her weight pushing Ijekiel backwards allowing the recently four year old to support both of his friends' weights. Uriel grunts slightly before helping Ijekiel reclaim his balance, huffing out a sigh before crossing his arms.
"You can't just surprise her if you're gonna fall," he says, unable to wipe off his cheeky grin as Jennette begins to reach out to him as well. She beams at him, grabbing onto his sleeve while still hanging onto Ijekiel for support.
"Oo-weee!"
Look at him, trying to act mature by avoiding her gaze. It only makes the baby confused at his unusual lack of attention, tugging on his sleeve tightly again.
"Oo-weeeeee!"
His lip trembles a bit and he gives in, holding out both arms and picking her up. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Erith's eyes widen with a step forward, yet unsure of what to do. Worry clouds my mind as I straighten onto my knees with my hands held out, but he seemingly carries her with ease. No sign of struggle at all, though it's more of a hug off the ground rather than actual carrying.
"Uriel, isn't she heavy?" I ask. My arms don't move however, in case he loses her grip. He looks up at me and shakes his head.
"Mm-mm, I play with kids by my house a looot," he says, swinging Jen in his arms a bit. "Jenny's waaay lighter than them!"
Even though he shows no weariness, I still look with caution. It's not like he hasn't been able to hold Jen before, but even when he or Ijekiel asks to carry her, I'm the one lifting her into their arms.
"Uriel, can you please put her down? She's still very fragile," I reason. Jen is quiet in his hold, squirming as her legs dangle several inches off the wood floor. Uriel throws a glance at Jen before carefully bending his knees to solidify her footing. His hands remain under her armpits however, to make sure she can stand before letting go. She stands on her own for a few seconds before falling onto her bottom with a tiny gasp.
