[Life as a baby]
Life as a baby rolled on pretty much the same, with my parents treating me just like they always had. Their smiles and the way they gently held me not only kept my body warm but also my heart.
These days, I feel like my state of mind is much more stable. Before, I used to worry about so many things, and while it might sound trivial, it drained a lot of my energy.
You can't grasp what it's like to find yourself in a situation where you lose control and end up soiling your pants, feeling utterly helpless and just wanting to cry. The looks on the faces of those around you can be so mortifying that it makes even an adult like me feel completely humiliated.
Another thing to note is how my father gradually began to tease my mother in front of me, particularly when it came to the dynamics of a man and a woman in a relationship. I didn't think it was a big deal, especially since they were husband and wife.
For a long time, I felt a bit off because they never seemed to do it. I started to wonder if maybe they were doing it while I was asleep. But then it hit me—I finally understood the reason behind it all.
Typically, it's advised that women who have recently given birth wait before resuming sexual activity with their partners. I could see where my father was coming from, but honestly, hearing those intimate sounds and my mother's moans left me feeling a bit uneasy.
There was this one time when they went ahead and did it right there in the same bed as me. After just waking up, I found myself in the awkward position of having to pretend to be asleep. It felt like an eternity, especially since my father's stamina seemed to go on forever. I felt a bit sorry for my mother, but honestly, it didn't seem like it was needed.
"Mmmh... honey, you're being a bit too rough. We might wake up little Viktor… Ahhh…"
As time passed and my father's antics grew more outrageous, my mother's moans seemed to rise in volume. I unintentionally caught a glimpse of them, and the image of my mother's provocative expression lingered in my mind for a long while.
"I know you're feeling just as frustrated as I am, Eva, don't you? It's been nearly a year since we've been holding back from being intimate with each other."
Ultimately, I made an effort to adapt to these things, just as I had been doing all along.
"My stomach feels pretty full right now... so take your time, no rush. I promise I won't be going anywhere… Nnghhh... Darling!"
Sometimes, the adult soul living in this baby's body just can't help but push back. I ended up crying because I wanted to put an end to their fun.
Noticing my father's annoyed expression and my mother's evident dissatisfaction since she hadn't reached her climax, I felt a pang of sympathy. Still, I stood my ground, and my cries grew louder and longer, leaving them with no option but to soothe me.
Shifting focus away from sex. One of the things I enjoyed during those few months of being a baby was when people would come over to visit our house. Based on their clothing and the way they interacted with my parents, I could tell they were likely our neighbors or at least familiar faces from the village.
As I looked around at the different kinds of people who made the effort to come and see me, I definitely felt a sense of happiness. But that wasn't the most important part of the experience. When these new faces showed up at our house, it was only natural that they brought along fresh information for me.
One of the key bits of information I picked up was that our village was situated right on the edge of the sea. They frequently took my father out to hunt for cod, and I totally understood their excitement. There were times when my father would come back with a nearly 100 cm long cod, and it was quite a sight to see.
Among the various new faces that came by our house. There was this man, a bit younger than my father, who dropped by more frequently than the rest. Over time, I realized he was there to soak up my father's wisdom.
I don't think I've mentioned this to you before, have I?
You might find it hard to believe, but my father was actually a blacksmith. In this profession, which demanded an extraordinary amount of effort and dedication to create a truly valuable piece of metal, only a handful of people mastered the craft. In our village, you could easily count them on one hand, and without a doubt, my father stood out as the greatest among them.
"So, you showed up again, Thors. I figured your setback the other day might have made you throw in the towel," my father said, casually draping his arm around Thor's neck as if he had just found someone who could easily embrace his boundless enthusiasm.
Thors have a build that is much similar to my father's, which is a bit bigger. However, this guy has black hair and brown eyes like my mother.
If I had to give a full picture of him, I'd say he was a tall guy with long, dark hair that he usually tied back, but he always let two strands fall over his forehead. I could sense a unique vibe from him, one that felt distinct from everyone else I've encountered so far.
"Please don't tease me, Smiour. I need to figure out how to fix the leak in my wok myself. Helga tends to grumble every time I ask you to take a look at it, and honestly, we do seem to bug you quite a bit."
It looks like Thors is already married, even though he's still relatively young. I think I've come across Helga's name before, but I had no idea she was his wife.
She has a gentle nature, much like my mother. She's one of those women who frequently drops by just to hang out and check in on me, which I really appreciate. In a little while, I can say that I'm getting pretty close to her. Plus, now that I can crawl, it's become a lot easier for me to charm the people around me.
"Little Viktor has truly grown up so quickly. If I'm not mistaken, Thorfinn is around the same age as him, so I get where you're coming from, Smiour."
Without me even noticing, Thors has slipped into my room, and now that I'm on my own, it feels like I'm up against two giants. Luckily, he's definitely more gentle than my father. I appreciate that he's making an effort to ensure I don't feel uncomfortable.
After giving my head a gentle pat, he flashed me a smile, and then they both headed out. Hearing my father's excited laughter while he got ready to teach Thors his blacksmithing skills made a smile appear on my face.