Childcare Diaries - [Author: 봄볕의기억 ]

Chapter 1

Translator: Effe and Nabi

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Chapter 1

It's a place where clouds are like cotton candy floating in the blue sky, and the sun shines as baby fairies whisper and chat. This is the mansion of the Count, the Chancellor of a certain kingdom.

Here, a baby with impressive cheeks that looked white and soft like a freshly made bread was smiling, touching his mouth and reaching for the elaborately made toy mobile. His hair, which was richer than the number of months, tumbled down as the baby's head moved.

"Our Prince Briel, are you up?"

And looking at the baby, the voice of the woman whose voice raised an octave more than usual filled the baby's bed and disappeared.

"If they had heard those words you say from time to time in the royal palace, you would have already been caught for treason."

Contrary to the woman, the voice of a low man filled the place, but unlike the blunt words, it seemed clear that the corner of his mouth was gently raised and smiling. The man appeared to resemble the baby, but it was a different impression.

"There are only three of us."

The woman lightly ignored him, carefully held the baby.

"How can you be so cute?"

As she shook his fluffy arms and hugged him, satisfactory laughter erupted from the baby. Then she saw the plump cheeks overflowing from the side view. His smiling cheeks rose up and turned red as he was happy.

After a while, she found the man standing next to her with enviable glances.

"Would you like to hold him once?"
"Me?"

Still clumsy to hold him, he stretched out his arms with a perplexed expression. She looked at it and handed her the baby.

"Am I doing this right?"

However, unlike her warm and cozy arms like a while ago, the baby burst into tears because of an uncomfortable feeling.

"No, you can't do that with your hands."

It would be nice if the baby were wrapped around him so that the baby could lean on his shoulders, but he didn't know what to do with the baby's hand in his armpit.

"But it's not easy to control my strength. What if I wrap him in my arm, and then Briel doesn't like it?"

She shook her head as she stared at his sturdy biceps that seemed to be several times her own.

'No matter how the novel was, this seems to be too much for me. He's not just a chivalrous knight, he's the Chancellor of a country...'

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The Count's young master, who just turned six months old, hasn't started eating baby food.

"That's right, you eat well. Just one more bite."

The name of the little baby master, who never refuses food or does not have any trouble waking up in the middle of sleep, was Briel.

Unfortunately, not long after he was born, Briel's parents passed away, and he was adopted by his uncle, the Count.

"Are you going to burp?"

The woman who fed Briel wiped the corners of his mouth and gently hugged him, and patted him on the back.