Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 283: Pregnancy Woes

This naturally made everyone either flinch or gasp in surprise.

"Twins?!"

"TWINS!"

"My, what lovely news!" Grandma exclaimed, a bit teary. Auntie was outright sniffling.

This can’t be blamed on them. Women of their age were just soft when it came to the next generation, especially when they had seen Khalifa as family despite only knowing her not too long ago.

"Wow. Whose seeds are so powerful," Kaize commented, and the others also felt quite excited.

Not only could they get one baby, they could get two!

"What does this imply?" Cauis asked, and immediately the men schooled their expressions, looking at the doctor with worried faces.

"Well, this means Khalifa’s pregnancy wouldn’t be any easier." Claire said as she helped Khalifa wipe off the gel from her stomach.

This muted the excitement a bit, and the men felt complicated.

"Damn." Should they be happy or worried?

The men were once again in the conflicting mood of hoping they were the father and at the same time wanting to strangle him for making their Khalifa suffer.

Khalifa just smiled and shook her head, gently patting her stomach, which had now been clothed again.

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"Well, whatever happens, they’re very welcome to our family."

***

Time passed and life on the island was peaceful, with the men and their cronies handling the ’boring’ issues like the island industries, politics, the technology concerns, and the like.

This was all done while keeping their own bases as safe as possible, with the soldiers closely monitoring the progress and status of the other bases.

The men also strived not to grow stagnant either. They would never stop their training. At the bare minimum, they would hunt for zombies at least every two days and would only stop when they defeated a large mob or a super zombie, though they usually came hand-in-hand.

Well, except for Sigmund, who was locked in his laboratory for most of the day except for meals and bedtime (when it was his turn with Khalifa).

Anyways, there would always be a man hovering around her, though the women—including Grandma and Auntie—had been trying to shoo him away often.

In fact, if they weren’t there, at least two or three men would be hovering about, but how could Khalifa bear waste their time like this?

It was just that Hugo happened to be also assigned at home to update some technology, so there was him and Kaize accompanying Khalifa and the women.

They were both super particular. They would blow over her tea (specifically, pregnant-healthy teas like peppermint, ginger, and raspberry tea), they would always find pillows for her, and they would panic whenever she moved a little faster than a turtle..

At some point, Khalifa just… snapped.

It was when Kaize wanted to carry her to the couch when she clearly wanted to take a walk (because she was feeling so stiff)!

"You two are so flinchy… do you think I’m so fragile? After everything I’ve done?" she said, her voice shaky enough to make the men whip their heads to look at her.

They froze when they saw her sobbing!

"Nono—we know you’re a strong independent woman, Khalifa!"

"We don’t mean it that way!"

"Stop panicking, boys," Auntie sighed, while Grandma shook her head behind them. "It’s normal to be emotional when you’re pregnant."

"Khalifa doesn’t cry! What if her tear ducts get stressed?"

"Shoo! Your stressful energy will make it worse!" Grandma yelled, waving her arms, and the men had no choice but to scoot away while the other women sat beside Khalifa.

Grandma held Khalifa’s hand without saying anything while Auntie patted the girl’s back. Auntie was smiling gently but her eyes were dazed in memory.

She had never been pregnant, but all those fertility treatments she had to go through messed up with her hormones and her body a lot. Seeing such a strong woman break down due to them felt a bit… melancholic.

Khalifa sobbed for a good five minutes before sniffing, making the men’s hearts break to pieces.

The older women kindly gave way to the men, who proceeded to try to comfort as well, though much more mild than before as per grandma’s advice.

Hugo wrapped his arms around Khalifa to hug, while Kaize held her free hand, entwining it with his warm ones.

"Is there anything you want to make you feel better?"

At this point, even if she asked for them to jump with sharks, they’d probably do it.

Fortunately, Khalifa asked for no such thing.

"I want vanilla ice cream. And pickles."

Khalifa’s pregnancy craving happened to be vanilla ice cream and pickles. More accurately, she liked her pickles in her ice cream.

Pickles were no problem, but ice cream was a challenge. Because she had no control over her powers, they didn’t dare ask her to use her abilities to make ice (lest the island enter an ice age or something).

Unfortunately, their stock of ice cream had been consumed a few days back, and now they were scrambling all over to produce one.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of stock on some raw materials and after some hunting, they found out someone from the recently rescued Port base party who was a well-known patissiere!

They had to find some vanilla extracts, and then some seeds, which they had just found a few days ago. Some were also planted in Khalifa’s space, and they hoped they would grow fast enough while the vanilla extract they managed to get lasted.

Interestingly, all her men also would look for some whenever they went out. Anyway, vanilla extracts had remarkably long shelf lives.

And thus one of the men rushed over to get her ice cream, Kaize, while Hugo made sure she was no longer sad before getting her pickles.

The two women smiled at the sight. They knew women had it very hard during pregnancy, and it was a relief to see their own blood taking care of his woman properly.

Khalifa cutely chewed on her cucumber while waiting for her ice cream. Hugo’s eyes couldn’t help but stick on her mouth and the cucumber, too. When it was not in the ice cream, Khalifa liked her cucumber fresh and just peeled but not sliced, as she liked to chew on it bit by bit.

Hugo’s perverted mind couldn’t help but think of perverted things and his own ’cucumber’ sprung into action. However, Auntie and Grandma were comfortably settled nearby and he knew Khalifa was not in the mood for those things at this time.

Heroically, Hugo calmed himself down and didn’t do anything but just watch Khalifa eat the vegetable. Kaize arrived about half an hour later with her ice cream, and Hugo immediately took the jar of pickles ready for consumption.

They smiled as they watched as she excitedly lifted the pickle slice and spooned a bit of ice cream onto it, taking bite sizes of her treats each time.

Her eyes shut as she felt the refreshing sourness of the pickle combined with the sweet and cold taste of the vanilla ice cream.

Her eyes fixed on the men watching her every expression, ready to react the moment she made a negative reaction.

The fuss was kind of annoying, but she felt their wholehearted love which made everything better.

Pregnancy wasn’t so bad, after all.