Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 274: Names

"We should leave now," Grandpa Caldwell continued firmly. "Other residents are already evacuating, so we can blend in with them."

He didn’t know what caused that intense light inside the maternity room, but he believed Elena must have done it to save his great-grandson.

Now, staying here was dangerous.

The light had clearly come from their unit—if anyone connected the dots, residents might start knocking on their door.

According to Jetro, people were already kneeling and crying, convinced that a great deity had descended to save them from this hellish disaster.

Upon hearing this, Ethan was dumbfounded by the residents’ wild imagination.

But he quickly composed himself.

His wife had already warned him—people would cling to any false hope they could find if it helped ease their fear of this unrecognizable world.

At first, it wasn’t entirely bad. Hope could redirect their negativity and help them endure.

But once that hope twisted into fanaticism, or was exploited by a cult, that’s when real danger would begin.

People could become savage, their minds reduced to following whatever their cult leader commanded—believing every word was sacred and absolute.

Ethan remembered how Elena once told them about a cult that rose during desperate times in her past life.

It grew so powerful that officials struggled to contain it, turning the situation into a chaotic standoff.

The terrifying part? The believers showed no fear. They were so convinced their god was righteous that they felt no guilt.

So, they burned everything.

They killed anyone their leader labeled as ’impure’, believing the world would return to normal once those people were gone.

Ethan snapped back to reality with a grim expression, hoping no one would twist the Golden Tablet’s dazzling light into something dangerous or manipulative.

"Let’s do that," Ethan agreed. "We’ll shelter in Building A for now. Tell Jetro to prepare a room for us."

"And put the Paradise Homes kids inside the Paradise. We already created a designated bunker near the Southeastern training ground," he added, already planning ahead.

His wife had already anticipated that one day they might need to run, and the kids they had adopted might not be able to handle the chaos.

So they built a secure, closed-off infrastructure within the space—complete with strict rules—to serve as a temporary shelter for the children.

They would take them out later, anonymously.

"Noted, sir," Lieutenant Fern responded, taking over Oslo and Xander’s responsibilities for now, since both were unavailable due to their awakenings.

Soon after, he quickly headed upstairs to check on the kids’ situation.

Once everything was arranged, Ethan dismissed them and was about to re-enter the maternity room when Grandpa Caldwell stopped him.

"Ethan, wait! There’s something you should know," he said with urgency.

"Something strange is happening inside Paradise. It started raining, and the animals are running in circles around your house."

Ethan’s brows lifted slightly as he stared at his grandfather, hoping for more details, but Grandpa Caldwell only shook his head, equally baffled.

No one understood what had triggered such a phenomenon.

What they know is that it only began right after the spiritual items floated into the air and vanished one by one.

"I’ll check it later, after I settle Elena," Ethan said, torn between concern and curiosity.

Elena had never mentioned anything like this, so surely it wasn’t dangerous or urgent... right?

"Grandpa, go inside Paradise. Let Ramon and the others handle things out here instead."

Since they were planning to leave soon, he wanted everything around the unit appropriately stored.

"Hmmm... alright," Grandpa Caldwell nodded before vanishing into the space, eager to see his two little grandsons.

The third was still with Elena, so he would have to wait until Ethan placed him inside.

Ethan then returned to the maternity room and found his wife already fast asleep, with the youngest baby nestled peacefully beside her.

He had wanted to finalize the baby’s name before she drifted off completely, but she was far too exhausted—her awakening had left her drowsy and drained.

He moved to her side and gently caressed her cheek before lifting the newborn into his arms. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Aunt Bennett, please take the baby into Paradise. And ask Grandma Ford to rest. Tell her not to worry about cleaning the room—I’ll handle everything here," he said softly, wanting to stay by his wife’s side.

With the adults watching over the babies, he felt reassured.

He had already explained his situation, especially since Elena couldn’t enter the space, and they happily agreed to take care of the triplets.

Though the Golden Tablet could protect its master, he still wanted to guard her himself, making sure she was truly safe.

Mrs. Bennett was about to refuse, wanting to help, but the moment she saw the adorable sleeping baby, she couldn’t resist.

She quickly took the newborn and entered the space happily.

*****

Inside, Grandma Ford was already preparing milk as the two babies cried pitifully, clearly hungry.

Grandpa Ford held the eldest, while Grandpa Caldwell carried the second, both trying to soothe them.

"Grandpa, the baby is cwying so hard. It’s kicking and waving its tiny hands. Should we entertain them while waiting for babies food?"

Little Mia asked seriously, noticing the small tears on the second baby’s chubby cheeks.

Grandpa Caldwell looked helpless. "The baby can’t see yet. Once they’re a little bigger, you can play with them, okay? They’re just hungry. Let’s wait for their milk."

Little Mia nodded.

Her friends had randomly fallen asleep for some unknown reason, leaving her alone—but it also meant she was the first to see Sis Elena’s babies, which felt like a lucky honor.

She then stood on the sofa to see the babies more clearly when, suddenly, she gasped—the second baby had opened his eyes for a brief moment.

"Grandpa! I saw it—the baby opened his eyes!"

Her attention quickly locked onto the tiny boy. "Did you see your auntie, baby?"

The baby suddenly stopped crying, as if trying to recall the familiar voice he had always heard when he was still in Elena’s tummy.

Then he smacked his little mouth, sensing something delicious inside Little Mia’s small pouch.

The adults didn’t notice it, so the baby began crying again, this time looking in Little Mia’s direction.

"Don’t cry, Baby. Gwandma is already making your milk," Little Mia soothed softly. "Grandpa, what’s the second’s name?"

Everyone looked toward Grandpa Caldwell, eagerly waiting.

"I can’t name them myself. But Elena asked me to give them nicknames. The eldest—Leo. The second—Finn. And the third will be..."

Before he could finish, Mrs. Bennett called out through telepathy from outside the house.

"What is going on here? Why is it raining, and why are the animals from the community zoo gathered outside the house?"

She sounded genuinely confused.

It was raining only around Elena’s house; beyond that, everything looked normal.

There were also animals running in circles, and some were even sitting quietly—as if guarding something.

"Just ignore them. We’re confused too, but don’t worry—they seem calm. Just come straight inside," Grandpa Caldwell replied while gently rocking baby Finn.

"Okay, Oh, I have the youngest with me," Mrs. Bennett said with a sigh, walking carefully while holding the baby with one arm and an umbrella with the other.

As she walked, the animals parted for her, watching her intently—especially the baby resting against her chest.

Mrs. Bennett’s nerves tightened. The animals’ behavior was too unusual.

As a marine biologist, she had never seen anything like this. It almost felt as though someone was controlling them.

She shook the thought away as she reached the door.

Grandpa Caldwell eagerly opened it, eyes shining with anticipation to see the third child.

And the moment he saw the baby, sleeping so sweetly, another wave of joy washed over him.

All three great-grandsons were completely identical—three new little Caldwells added to their small family.

"Let’s call him Max," he said warmly.