7 months ter……

  "Mark, have they arrived yet?" Chise asked her husband nervously.

  It’s been six months since she discovered that she regnant.

  Both she and Mark couldn’t believe that it actually happened.

  About a month ago, Mark had sent a letter to both their parents to share the good news about their adopted son Drad Chise’s miraculous pregnanbsp;

  Word had returned from Chise’s parents saying that they will be arriving today, but there had been no news yet from Mark’s parents.

  "No, they haven’t," Mark replied to Chise.

  "I am a bit nervous, it’s been a long time since I met them," Chise muttered in worry.

  Chise had run away from home when she was young because she didn’t want to be an adventurer like her parents.

  When she finally returned, she suddenly presented a man from the trope race to them as her future husband.

  Obviously, they were against it, and so were Mark’s parents.

  Having a child between their races was almost impossible, so they tried to break them up.

  Mark and Chise obviously resisted and came to settle in their current vilge.

  They hadn’t spoken much with their parents sihen.

  But now they were blessed with children, they felt that they could now physically prove to their parents that their union wasn’t a mistake.

  Draco, oher hand, just id quietly in Chise’s arms.

  The first two months of his stay with Chise and Mark were hell for him.

  They were intimate every night, and he could do nothing but listen. He even begating having enhanced senses.

  'With how much they fucked all night, it would be strange if mom didn’t get pregnant,' Draco thought.

  Dad and mom were words he never got to say in his past life.

  At first, he was extremely relut to eveertaihought of calling them that, but after thinking of several worst case sario’s he thought differently.

  After saying it on his mind, he realized that it wasn’t so bad. So he sometimes practiced the words.

  Being an orphan in the Danmachi world wasn’t a good thing as he khat he could have easily ended up at the very bottom of their society.

  Orario also wasn’t a nice pce to currently be due to several uping disastrous event.

  So he was grateful that there were even people willing to take care if him.

  ‘Sigh, today I get to meet my maternal grandparents. Hopefully, they are cool people,’ Draco thought.

  Time slipped away and it soon reached the te afternoon, but there was still no sight of Chise’s parents.

  “Do you think they ged their minds?” Chise asked in a dejected tone.

  "No, there must be something deying them," Mark replied softly.

  Draco had eaten to his fill not too long ago and fell asleep.

  Over time, they had discovered that Draco was an awfully quiet baby.

  He only cried when he was hungry or wet himself; other times he just found ways to eain himself, much to their relief.

  But Chise was always on guard due to his transformation ability.

  She thought that he would harm himself with it si triggered at odd times.

  She wasn’t aware that Draco trolled his transformation and was just experimenting with it.

  Knock! Knobsp;

  It was in the early evening when a knock suddenly shattered the silence of the house.

  “ing,” Chise said before approag the door. Upon opening the door, her body froze. It was her parents.

  “Mother,” Chise called out softly as tears streamed down her fabsp;

  “Chise,” her mother, who was named Rita, called out too with tears running down her fabsp;

  Rita then rushed forward and pulled Chise into a light hug.

  “I missed you so much,” Chise mumbled, pulling her mother into a tighter hug.

  “Ahem,” Chise’s father, named Marcus, feigned coughing so they remembered that he was there.

  “Dad, I missed you too,” Chise said to her father and hugged him too.

  “Mother, father, wele,” Mark, who noticed the otion, greeted.

  “Mark, have you been well?” Rita replied and gave him a light hug.

  “Who is he calling father?” Marcus mumbled aantly offered a handshake.

  “Aaah,” Marcus held back gasping in pain; Rita ing his babsp;

  “Mark my son, it’s so good to see you,” Marcus cheerfully greeted with a forced smile.

  “Ah, great to see you too,” Mark hesitatingly replied, a bit fused at the sudden ge in Marcus's demeanor.

  “e in and have a seat,” Mark offered sihey were still at the entranbsp;

  Soon they were all seated, then Mark and Chise began expining how the current situation came to be.

  They made sure to keep the vials they took a secret, it was something that could lead to disaster if it was known.

  Asta had said that it was something that couldn't be recreated but if others found out, would they believe them ?.

  It was better to just chalk it up as the blessings of the gods, something that wasn’t too far from the truth but Mark and Chise didnt know this.

  “I see, so that’s how it is,” Marodded in uanding.

  “So where is my grandson?” Rita asked.

  “Ah, he is sleeping. e with me,” Chise said, dragging her mother with her.

  Mark and Marcus were left alone and didn’t know how to i.

  “So what do you do for a living?” Marcus asked.

  “I am an architect,” Mark replied.

  “Hmm, it’s a det job…” Marodded in approval before keeping silent.

  The atmosphere soon became awkward; they didn’t have any simir is to talk about.

  Meanwhile, in another room, Chise and Rita were having fun.

  “Oh my, he looks so cute sleeping,” Rita whispered.

  “I knht? Mom, try toug his scales,” Chise said.

  “Oooh, so soft. It’s almost like paw pads,” Rita replied while pushing against Draco’s scales.

  “Watch what happens when I do this,” Chise said. She then started gently rubbing the underside of Draco’s tail.

  A weakness she had found when bathing him every day. The underside of Draco’s tail was extremely sensitive.

  “Raaaah,” Draco cried out in his sleep, filing his little hands a while smiling.

  “Aa, that’s so cute, was that a roar. I try too?” Rita asked.

  “Sure, just do it lightly or he might wake up,” Chise replied.

  “Ohhhh, how iing,” Rita said while rubbing his tail.

  ‘What about his horns?’ Rita thought curiously reached for his tiny growing horns.

  As soon as she touched it, Draco’s tiny hand suddenly grabbed her finger.

  His eyes wide open and his ruby red eye slits dited, menagly staring at her, which startled Rita.

  Rita hastily removed her hand from it. After she did, Draco’s eyes closed, and he tinued sleeping like nothing happened.

  “Pffff, HaHaHa,” Chise tried to stifle her ughter.

  “What’s so funny?” Rita asked.

  “You should have seen your face,” Chise replied.

  “Silly girl, what was that?” Rita asked, flig Chise on her forehead.

  “Ouch, why did you hit me?” Chise questioned.

  “Just because, now answer my question,” Rita replied.

  “I don’t really know, he probably just doesn’t like his horns being touched,” Chise replied.

  “Iing, seems to be some type of defense meism,” Rita muttered.

  They tinued having fun messing with the sleeping Dratil te in the evening, where they had a cheerful dinner.