Reincarnated as the 2nd Villainess' Son

4

"Ah good morning, young master Evan," Nanny gently pulled away at the curtain that covered the baby cradle. Evan was sleeping softly inside, his round cheek look even rounder as he slowly blinked at them, making the other nursemaids want to pinch him.

A few months had passed since his birth. Evan was now 5 months old and as per tradition, a celebration was set up to introduce him as the great Marquis Andreas' and Lady Elena's son.

For the first few months, he couldn't help but mourn for his past family. Evan could only think of one word to describe himself, a disastrous crybaby. Although he couldn't cry physical tears and definitely wouldn't throw fits, it greatly concerned the nursemaids that the infant was constantly red eyed and sniffling.

After getting used to the new changes, he was able to cope with his grief and look forward, able to accept that at least he now had a family that loved him too.

There was a big celebration that night, Evan could hear the fireworks still booming outside the estate's walls despite being carried by his mother in a different room. Inside, it was quite calmer as noble ladies surrounded him. They cooed at the cute little infant dressed in white baby clothes with a lacy bib. His large blue eyes blinked at them and they couldn't help but awe.

    "Lady Elena, you are so lucky to be blessed but such an adorable child," one noble lady spoke. She truly wanted to pinch his little cheeks.

Evan couldn't help but sneeze, making the ladies awe at him again, their eyes almost sparkling with the intent to squeeze his tiny face. He truly didn't know how to react inside this body, it was beyond his control on things that babies do. There were too many restrictions.

His mother raised a bottle of warm milk, nudging it at his mouth. Because he hadn't grown teeth yet, it was quite easy to slip the bottle in for him to drink. Evan almost wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. Out of all the things he had to endure, this was probably the most embarrassing. At least Nanny was responsible when he needed to be changed, he could only protect his dignity somewhat for now. Still, he wanted to cry each time they got close to him.
Once he was done eating (or drinking in this case), his mother kissed him on the cheek  and placed him back in the little decorated crib. She then excused herself from the crowd, walking towards his father.

While they were busy talking to each other, Evan noticed 3 more heads peeking at him from above the crib. This time, it was not the noble ladies but 3 small children. They looked to be 4 years older than him. Two of them were twins with bright red hair while the other had dark brown hair, though his tanned skin stood out prominently; in which his baby vision could only let him distinct so much. Evan felt a bit of dread, they were the first 3 MLs of the game. Although he couldn't tell who is which yet. They stared him quietly before he heard the first twin turn to one of the ladies and asked, "Can we keep it?"

There was a loud gasp and the sound of hushing as the lady pulled back the child making grabby hands at the innocent infant.

    "You can't keep him," the brown haired boy replied, a smug look of superior knowledge on his face. The second twin frowned and tried to reach for the infant, which his mother prevented him from doing again.

    "Children, this is the Marquis of Emberfield's son, his name is Evan. He's a baby so you have to be careful." The lady Evan could only assume to be the twins' mother explained.

And with that explanations, the 3 boys could only peek at the infant in the crib with hands at the edge; Evan felt like they were boring holes in his face with such intense looks. He felt his baby sense tingling and before he could control himself, he was bawling his baby lungs out again. Evan had never felt more glad to see his mother, at least now he could escape this embarrassing situation.