After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Catching Up
She spoke of when he left and went missing very mildly, and Garan—who had heard the actual story from Beany—did not call her out.

He only listened, gently patting her back or her waist as she spoke out. But she got to the disaster, Garan flinched—startled by the fact that she was all alone.

“What?!” He exclaimed, not considering Ansel wasn’t with her until recently.

What was that brat doing?!

“I wasn’t alone,” she told him, “I had Sheila and the others. More importantly, I had these two.”

On cue, the babies babbled cutely and the anger in Garan’s heart dissipated like smoke.

“It’s your turn,” she said, smiling at him. His eyes softened even more and nodded.

“Hmm.”

He started in their transfer and he also glazed over all the tragedies and hardships, skipping over to their property in Ferrol.

Like Garan, Althea—who could imagine the horrors he faced—did not call him out. She only kissed his cheek. “My husband is amazing,” she said, earning herself his handsome smile.

They spoke for hours without noticing and it was only interrupted by the babies’ soft cries.

“Oh no, they’re hungry.” She said, while telling him the type of cry babies do when they’re hungry for educational purposes.

Garan nodded dutifully, taking note.

Then… he watched as his wife took down the upper hem of her shirt to let the babies get their milk.

His azure eyes widened a little, laser focused on the sight.

He wondered… would he be able to taste it later?

Althea blinked when she felt a heated stare beside her. She turned to see her husband watching the babies feeding very deeply.

Too deeply.

She knew him her whole life and had been married for years, how could she not know what he’s thinking?

Unfortunately both hands were occupied so she couldn’t turn his head away. “Don’t look.” She said, regretting not making him leave out of habit.

“Hmn?” He asked absentmindedly, eyes still fixed on the same place. This pervert was even gulping unconsciously!!

At this point, her face just burned red like a baboon’s butt, a mix of anger and embarrassment filled her head.

“GET OUT!!!”

…

A kicked-out Garan went out of the room with a sheepish expression.

His shy wife was so cute. ‘No matter; She’d face it tonight,’ he mused with a determined light.

He then saw the old man from before with another woman waiting outside the door. Garan’s borderline-perverted expression quickly disappeared and the duo only saw the cool, serious, and intimidating soldier everybody else knew of.

“You must be Harold and Sheila,” he said, “My wife has said many good things about you.”

Harold was embarrassed and a bit scared, while Sheila, who ran over as soon as she heard Althea was carried to the house, only smiled in relief.

She ran over because she had thought Althea could be injured, now it looked like they were just a passionate couple.

“Thank you for taking care of my wife,” he told them, knowing that in his place, they had been taking care of her needs.

He slightly bowed his head to show his gratitude, and the two flinched like startled cats.

“No! No need!” The two panicked immediately.

“Boss helped us way more than we helped her!!”

“Yes, yes, we’d have died a long time ago if it wasn’t for her!”

They started blabbering how Althea saved their lives and Garan was just glad Althea found loyal companions.

Harold then led him to the living room and served him tea, earning him a compliment from the ‘master’ and it totally made his day.

“This is really good, what ingredients did you use? Does my wife like it?”

“Yes, Ms. Althea’s sweet tooth was working overtime when she was pregnant.” He said, and proceeded in telling him the ingredients.

Garan’s eyes sharpened a bit and he got scared. “Tell me more about the dishes she particularly liked traveling here.”

“A-Ah, yes sir!”

…

Althea soon got out of the room, a beet red, and Garan smilingly took the children to help her out.

Then he felt their adorable softness and his heart melted into a puddle.

He then turned to his beautiful wife that was pointedly ignoring him. He chuckled and just placed a peck on her head. “I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders slumped and she stared at him, looking a bit pouty.

His eyes sharpened, feeling hot, but didn’t show it lest he made her angry again.

The group went back to the living room and placed the children on their play-carpet.

They watched their children play, and Garan saw that they developed a bit faster. Not even one month old and they were already starting to crawl.

Althea said that she could only hope that they didn’t age in advance or she’d worry they’d look like small kids when they were only toddlers.

To Garan though, this was a good thing. This was because it meant that the children would be able to handle themselves earlier.

Speaking of handling themselves, Garan paled a bit at a memory.

He had heard from married comrades that the wives paid much more attention to the children and were much less attentive to their husbands, especially when they were young.

At this thought, he looked at his wife playing with the children. Althea shivered a little at his heated gaze.

“W-What is it?”

“The children wouldn’t stay with us tonight, will they?”

“Is that all that’s in your head?”

He shook his head.

“I’m thinking of the children too.” He said with all seriousness. “You’re very loud, what if they wake up?”

Althea rolled her eyes—PDA completely natural to her—while both Harold and Sheila wanted to cover their ears.

Sheila coughed to clear the awkwardness, and just went on to reassure them. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the children tonight.”

Garan looked at her appreciatively. Sure enough, his wife could choose smart companions.

Althea, on the other hand, just couldn’t help but worry for her poor waist.