Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 270: One Baby After Another

Hearing the baby’s gender, Elena couldn’t help but think of Ethan’s hopeful wish for a little girl.

She felt a slight pang of pity for him, knowing how much he had hoped for a little princess.

But fate had blessed them with a prince instead—a cute little prince.

Still, she knew he would love this tiny crybaby with all his heart.

She let out a long breath, relief pouring through her as she realized—her son was finally here, safe in her arms’ reach.

Soon, her eyelids grew heavy again, but she fought the drowsiness to get a glimpse of her baby.

Meanwhile, Grandma Ford struggled to calm the newborn.

No matter how gently she rocked or soothed him, the baby only cried louder, his tiny face scrunching up in distress—as if searching desperately for someone familiar.

Elena’s heart tightened at the sound and quickly called out.

"Let me see my baby, Grandma," she said softly, shifting herself up despite the exhaustion.

Grandma Ford quickly and carefully placed the baby into her arms.

And the moment the baby felt his mother’s warmth, the cries stopped—just like that.

He blinked sleepily once... then smiled, drifting into a peaceful doze. His little antics melted Elena’s heart. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Grandma Ford and Mrs. Bennett exchanged warm smiles, their eyes soft with affection as they watched the tender scene before them.

The sight of mother and son together was simply heartwarming.

Elena didn’t notice their gazes; her attention was wholly on her little prince.

She reached out to poke his chubby cheeks but stopped halfway, afraid of dirtying his soft, round face.

"You were crying so loudly just now," she whispered lovingly.

"And now you’re already falling asleep... so quiet, hmm? Mommy’s going to take a deep slumber too, so you better behave, okay? And drink lots of milk—Daddy will definitely take care of you."

Her voice trembled slightly, full of affection and exhaustion.

The baby didn’t stir, already fast asleep in her arms, his tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

After a few moments, she gently handed him back to Grandma Ford, who received the baby with a joyful smile.

"Grandma, I’ll leave the baby to you," Elena said softly. "When Ethan comes back, let him take care of his son."

"Don’t worry, dear," Grandma Ford assured her. "I’ll make sure he’s well-fed and help Ethan with all the baby’s needs."

Relieved by her words, Elena smiled faintly. She was about to teleport to another room to stabilize her awakening when suddenly—she froze.

A sharp jolt ran through Elena’s body as she felt something kick inside her belly.

"Grandma, take the baby into Paradise," Elena said weakly, her voice trembling as she fought the heavy drowsiness once more. "Let Grandpa take care of him for now... I think there’s still a baby in my belly."

Mrs. Bennett immediately rushed to her side, carefully checking her condition.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the faint movements beneath Elena’s still-swollen belly. There was indeed another baby.

’A twin.’

Upon hearing Elena’s words, Grandma Ford didn’t hesitate for even a second. She carefully carried the newborn into her arms and immediately entered Paradise.

The moment she appeared, everyone inside turned toward her with bright, expectant faces.

They had all been waiting for this moment—especially Grandpa Caldwell, who had been pacing restlessly back and forth at Elena’s house, too anxious to stay still.

The instant he saw the baby in Grandma Ford’s arms, his eyes lit up with sheer joy.

The little one looked exactly like Ethan when he was a baby. He could tell immediately; after all, he had raised Ethan since he was small.

"This..." His voice trembled, then broke into a hearty laugh.

Despite the chaos and destruction outside, his family was still thriving—and now, he was holding his great-grandson in his arms.

Joy filled his heart, pure and overwhelming.

He was genuinely grateful that Ethan had stubbornly chosen Elena—their family’s lucky star.

And at this moment, the old man felt that even if he were to die now, he would have no regrets.

He would proudly tell his late wife that their family had endured and brought forth another generation of their bloodline.

But for now, he still wished to stay a little longer—to watch his great-grandson grow strong and happy, to see him take his first steps and speak his first words.

He smiled softly and looked up, as if speaking to his wife beyond the veil.

’I hope you don’t mind, my dear,’ he murmured. ’Let me stay a bit longer... just to see him grow.’

Then turned his full attention to his dear great-grandson, who was already squirming in his arms, clearly annoyed by his playful teasing.

"Hahaha! My great-grandson! Let Grandpa take care of you for a while, okay? Your dad’s busy, and your mom needs to rest, so you’ll be with me for now."

He laughed warmly, cradling the tiny baby in his arms, his face glowing with pride and affection.

"So cute and smooth," Little Mia said in awe, reaching out to touch the baby’s soft cheek. "Grandpa, was I like this too?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "You were just like this when you were a baby. Your dad even jumped for joy the first time she saw you—"

He was about to continue his story, ready to ask about Elena’s condition, when Grandma Ford’s urgent voice interrupted him.

"I have to go back—Elena’s having another one."

Everyone froze in shock. Another baby?

Their excitement quickly turned into worry when they saw the concern on Grandma Ford’s face.

"She was fine," Grandma Ford explained quickly, "but the awakening is starting to affect her body. And now, with another baby coming, she’s struggling. I’ll explain later—I need to go."

Before anyone could respond, she vanished in a flash, reappearing in the improvised maternity room.

Grandpa Caldwell stood still for a moment, worry clouding his face. He wanted to contact Ethan but stopped himself, afraid to break his concentration.

Instead, he looked down at the baby in his arms, his eyes soft with hope.

"Your mom once asked me to think of a good nickname for you," he murmured gently. "I’m still thinking, though..."

He chuckled, rocking the little boy with care before placing him into the crib.

Watching the baby’s peaceful face, his heart finally eased as he silently prayed for the safety of both Elena and Ethan.

*****

On the other side, Ethan was completely unaware that his child had just been born.

He was still in the middle of the fight, too occupied as he tried to counter the abbot’s attack.

And above him, lightning raged across the sky, beating toward Oslo and Xander.

The strange thing was—it seemed to target them specifically, as if the lightning itself saw them as enemies.

Everyone was baffled; even the abbots who had been fighting them stopped in confusion, wondering why it focused only on Oslo and Xander.

But in a strange twist of fate, the lightning’s strikes ended up helping them instead—turning into an unexpected blessing.

With no other choice, Oslo and Xander retreated into the space to take cover, leaving Lieutenant Fern and Jetro to take over and counter the abbots’ talismans.

The lightning soon began striking randomly, as if it had lost its target entirely.

Ethan frowned, bewildered by the strange phenomenon—it was as if even the elements had gained a will of their own.

Unbeknownst to him, this was Heaven’s final act—purging what should not exist.

Oslo and Xander, who by fate’s design should have died long ago, still walked the earth, defying the timeline.

Because of that, Heaven had every right to strike them down. But even Heaven failed this time.

Its chance had passed; it could no longer interfere and could only rely on the chess pieces it had once placed—hoping they would correct the anomaly and restore the flow of time to what it once was.

Back on the battlefield, the solar eclipse still blanketed the world in darkness. Only the flashes of lightning broke through, painting the chaos in harsh light.

For Ethan, those brilliant bursts became his greatest advantage, each one birthing countless shadows that turned the battlefield into his domain.

Brother Terry and his companions were faltering, their movements sluggish as they struggled to dodge Ethan’s relentless attacks.

And with the strange drowsiness creeping over them, their bodies grew heavy, only making it worse.

They fought to stay awake, but it was useless.

Ethan seized the moment. His shadows surged forward like living blades, striking from every direction with precise, merciless force.

Within moments, the three abbots were on the ground—gasping, trembling, utterly defeated.

Without hesitation, Ethan bound them with shadow restraints and sent them into the space, straight to the prison area at the Southeastern training grounds.

He would deal with their interrogation later. For now, the battle was done.

Ethan exhaled heavily, his mind turned to the only thing that mattered—Elena. He needed to get back to her, to see her situation.

The moment Ethan entered the room, the sight before him made his heart drop. Elena lay weak and pale, her voice trembling as she tried to give instructions.

"Grandma, let’s proceed with a cesarean. Let Dr. Bennett do it," she said faintly, her body clearly at its limit.

The most important thing right now was to save the third child.

Yes, after the second baby was born, another baby kicked in, but Elena’s strength had drained completely—her body was no longer responding, and her awakening could no longer be delayed.

She trusted Mrs. Bennett—though a marine life doctor by trade, she was still someone with deep medical experience.

Maybe, just maybe, she could handle this emergency.

Ethan’s heart pounded as he rushed closer, nearly jumping in shock at his wife’s words.

His gaze then darted to the newborn crying softly in the corner, and a pang of tenderness struck him.

Then he turned back to Elena, his voice tight with emotion.

"Wife..." he called, his tone a mix of fear and desperation, unwilling to let her be cut open.