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“Minoru.”
I was standing in front of the chicken coop with Ray, who was feeding parsley to the chickens as a snack, when Sig called out to me from behind. I turned around to see Sig beckon to me from the barn just nearby.
While the cows were out to graze, Sig had covered a large hole in the wall of the cowshed.
“I also repaired the other parts that were damaged. Take a look.”
“Eh, did you finish them all already?” I picked Ray up and took a look inside the barn, and Sig had told me the truth. I could see the rest of the wall had been cleanly repaired as well.
As expected from the hero. His work was as fast as usual.
“Would it be better to make an aviary sometime soon?” Sig asked, making me blink. He was watching the coop where the chickens were pushing at each other.
Just like Sig said, it was obvious that the hut we’d prepared in the beginning had become too small by now. Mustard, who was pecking at the parsley on the ground, was one size bigger than the normal chickens I knew. Not only Mustard, but the other four chickens were also much larger than they had been as chicks.
When the five chickens settled in one place at the same time, it wasn’t wrong to call it “cramped” at this point.
It was probably quite narrow and stuffy for the chickens.
“As I thought, the hut is small, eh.”
I was at a loss.
I knew that we should build a bigger pen for them, but I wasn’t comfortable with throwing away things that we could still use.
Not only that, watching the chickens snuggled up like that made something inside me melt.
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Sig’s eyes widened for a moment, before he embraced me with a kind smile. I ducked my head, surprised.
“You’re right. That’s very good,” Sig whispered beside my ear, his voice low.
When I raised my face, I saw those purple eyes approaching little by little, until our lips met. The gentle kiss quickly ended, and then Sig also kissed Ray’s forehead, full of affection.
Knowing what Sig was thinking, I pressed my head over his shoulder and shook it, acting spoiled.
This miniature garden was also very small and comfortable.
It was because our whole family could always snuggle up just like this.
A few days passed, and the chicken pen broke down, finally reaching its limit.
When the three of us came back from our walk along the west path, we were greeted by Mustard and the other chickens, who were supposed to be in the pen, at the front door. We understood what had happened.
“In the end, it became like this…” I heaved a lifeless sigh in front of the broken hut.
It wasn’t a problem, since I could order a new pen straight away with my smartphone. I launched the app and searched for it on the “PT Exchange List”.
Keeping in mind what had just happened, I chose a coop with a high ceiling. It cost almost as much as the cowshed. It was a big expense, but that wasn’t a problem. Thanks to my earnings from the “Care” category, I had plenty of freedom with my budgeting.
Anyway, I should secure a nesting place for the chickens tonight. We left the interior of the hut for a later date, and Sig assembled the pen. As always, his skill was so amazing, it made me fall in love all over again.
My eyes met with his all of a sudden, and Sig approached me. Once he’d stroked Ray’s and my hair, he went back to work; I realized he might have seen my slack jaw. So embarrassing.
I was mostly in charge of taking care of Ray. Recently, he would rush to the things that he was interested in, so I had to keep my eyes on him.
“Are babies supposed to run around this much…?” I muttered in a daze as I helped up Ray, who had taken a grand tumble in front of us.
“My race is mostly like this,” Sig said, supporting my shoulder as I stood.
Ray, who grew up more and more every day, sometimes scared me like this. He grew quickly, and it was becoming harder to pick him up even though he was not yet one year old. He was sure to grow into a big young man like his father.
There were three people at the moment, but there should be more family members in this miniature garden from now on.
“Your children will eventually be sent to Sigmund’s world.”
When God gave us the parenting manual, he told me and Sig that.
He didn’t say for sure whether it would be ten years or twenty years into the future, but at that time, I couldn’t do anything but feel bewildered and embrace newborn Ray.
But now after a year had passed, I could understand more.
This place was too small for a child. Rather than the physical size, the “world” itself was small.
It was because I knew the world where I grew up that I wanted my son to learn how to live in a wide world. Looking at Ray, who was beginning to show interest in various things, that thought became stronger.
I made up my mind after a late lunch, as I put a dozing Ray down for a nap.
Sig was drinking his hot water after the meal. I called him, telling him that I had something to discuss.
“I’m thinking of crossing over that bridge soon.”
Sig blatantly stopped moving.
I had been worrying over this and kept putting this off. Actually, I’d cleared the conditions to cross the bridge, and the bridge itself had been installed quite a long time ago.
Sig suggested that I should cross over immediately, but I couldn’t make up my mind. Just like that, one year had passed.
I hadn’t cut my hair this past year. It was because neither my hair nor nails were growing.
When I realized that, I was appalled.
Even if I ate, slept, and lived normally, there were things beyond the realm of common sense happening in this miniature garden.
In the end, this was a different world.
I was afraid to cross that bridge, because I didn’t know what would happen.
But Ray was about to turn one year old.
As his parent, I thought that I shouldn’t be seized with fear forever in front of my growing child.
“I see. I understand.” When Sig answered, his face was calm.
It wasn’t like I thought there were no problems with Ray’s care and the various housework we’d cooperated on this year. And I intended to return in two or three days at first.
So the depressed tone of his voice probably wasn’t anxiety about that, but rather, the same thing that weighed on me.
When I looked at my “Status Screen” on my smartphone, I would know.
[Title: I don’t want to be apart.]
That night, I only drank a glass of wine.
;-;
Thank you for updating
It’s so cute.
Thank you for translating 💕
Are all extras gonna be this bitter-(somewhat needing more sweet)? A mountain of dogfood next please 🙏
QAQ
Thanks for the update
Thanks for the chapter 😊😍
I’m glad Ray won’t get lonely when his parents pass away and he will have a nice life in Sig’s world.
Thanks for the chapter!
wow this was finished two years ago and i’m a new reader and even i questioned myself how did i missed this lol. super cute story!