Reborn As Noble

"Huh? Where am I?"

I felt warm and cozy, but my vision was blurry. My body felt really small, and I couldn't move my arms and legs.

"Are you hungry, Javier? Don't worry, Mama will feed you now."

Javier? Who is Javier? I wanted to ask, but suddenly my mouth was on something soft. Warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth.

Wait… is this… breast milk?

I realized what was happening, and it confused me. My mind was racing, but my body was acting like a baby. I couldn't stop sucking.

"I can't be a baby… This is crazy…"

The woman holding me laughed softly. Her voice was kind and calming. "Is it good, honey? Drink all you want; Mama will feed you until you're full."

Her words made me feel both comforted and confused. Mama? What is happening? Why can't I talk? Why am I behaving like a baby?

Then she smiled—a big, warm smile that made her look beautiful.

"Ahhh…" I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a little gurgle. My baby body didn't care about my confusion.

"Ara, so cute," she said, kissing my forehead softly. "Don't worry, Javier. Mother will take care of you. Muah!"

Her kiss made me feel warm inside. For a moment, I forgot my fear and confusion.

Who is this woman? Why am I here with this beautiful woman?

I looked up at her as she held me, feeling frustrated, amazed, and helpless. I needed to figure out what was happening.

After the feeding, the beautiful woman holding me began to hum a soft, soothing lullaby. Her voice was like a gentle melody drifting through the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

Her voice… it's so… comforting.

She smiled down at me, her eyes filled with tenderness, and for a moment, all my confusion and panic melted away.

Honestly… I wouldn't mind if this beautiful woman kept taking care of me forever. She's gorgeous. Ehehe…

"Madam, let me take over," a firm,professional voice interrupted. "Lord Garius requests all his family at the dining table."

The woman—no, my mother—pouted in response, her lips forming an exaggerated frown. "Ehhhhh, but I'm taking care of my honey bun here," she said in a spoiled tone, cradling me closer.

Honey bun? Well, I guess I'm fine with that…

"Madam Francesca, Lord Garius is calling," the voice insisted.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I turned my head toward the source of the voice. It was another woman, dressed in a maid uniform, standing respectfully nearby.

Eh? No, wait! Don't let this maid take me away! No! Lady! No! Tell that fatty to scram! Shoo, shoo, fatty!

Francesca sighed dramatically. "Fine!. But I want him back as soon as I'm done. Understood?"

"Yes, Madam."

Ehhhh? No, wait! Beautiful lady, no—Mother!!!, don't let her take me!!!

Despite my silent protests, Francesca gently handed me over to the maid. Her soft warmth was replaced with an efficient, almost clinical grip.

Ekkk! This is a downgrade! A serious downgrade! No offense, maid, but… give me back my beautiful Mama! Please!

The maid held me close but moved with purpose. I tried to squirm, but my baby limbs weren't cooperating. My only weapon now was my crying voice.

"Uwaaaaa!!!"

The maid flinched slightly, but she kept walking.

I'm crying for help here! Mother! Don't leave me! Save me! Take me back!

Francesca chuckled lightly as she glanced back at me. "Ara, Honey bun, don't fuss. Mother will be back soon. Be good boy, okay?"

Her smile was radiant, and she gave me a little wave before disappearing out the door.

Eeeek! She's really leaving me! This is a betrayal! How could you!?

The maid cooed at me, trying to soothe my cries, but her efforts only made me more determined to protest. Mother! Come back! I don't want to be left with—this! Somebody save me!

As the maid cradled me closer, her stern demeanor softened. Her smile grew wide—too wide—and suddenly, her face loomed above me.

"Oh, you're just the cutest little thing!" she squealed, her voice taking on an overly sweet, high-pitched tone.

Wait… why are you leaning in? What are you doing?

Before I could mentally prepare, she planted a big, sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Nooooo! Get off me, you fatty maid! No! Mother! Help! Somebody! Eeeekk!

"Muah! Muah! Muuuuaaah!" she cooed, showering my face with kisses.

Blerghh! Ew! Disgusting! I screamed internally, unable to escape the horror. My baby body wiggled uselessly in her grip.

Her enthusiasm didn't stop. Another kiss landed on my other cheek, then my forehead.

"Who's my sweet little baby, huh? You are! Muah, muah!"

Stop it! I'm a grown man on the inside! This is pure torture! Francesca, where are you? Save me!

In my mind, I was vomiting from the thought of it. Ewww, so gross! Why is this happening to me? I didn't sign up for this!

But all that escaped my lips were pitiful cries of distress.

"Uwaaahhh!!!"

The maid misinterpreted my protests, laughing lightly as she rocked me. "Oh, so fussy! Don't worry, little Lord Javier. You're safe with me."

Safe? SAFE!!!? I'm being assaulted by slobbery kisses! Mama, come back! Ekkk!!!

As my silent cries for help continued, I could only hope that someone—anyone—would save me from this nightmare.

"Get your hands off me!!!" I screamed in my mind, though all that came out was a pitiful wail. My tiny fists flailed uselessly against her chest. Damn this stubborn maid!

The maid, completely ignoring my protests, smiled even wider. "Oh, such an adorable little baby!" she said, leaning in for another assault.

"No! No, no, no!" I cried internally as she planted another wet kiss on my cheek.

"Muah!"

Disgusting! Ewww! Someone, anyone, save me from this maid!

She began walking toward the dining hall, bouncing me gently in her arms. I hoped for some mercy, but instead, she kept peppering my cheeks with her so-called affection.

"Muah! Muah! Oh, Lord Javier, you're just too precious!"

Too precious for this kind of treatment! Francesca, where are you? No, forget that. I'll take anyone at this point. Just make sure they're beautiful! Ekkk! Save me!!!!!

Just when I thought the nightmare couldn't get worse, another voice entered the scene.

"Marita, you shouldn't keep kissing that baby like that. Let me take him from you."

The maid stopped abruptly. I turned my head—or rather, my neck twisted as much as a baby's could—to see who had spoken.

A young woman stood there, dressed in a more elegant maid uniform, her expression calm but faintly amused. Her neatly hair and she beautiful.

"Oh, but he's so cute, Miss Liana! Just one more kiss!"

NO! I screamed internally. No more! Get me away from this maid before I lose my mind!

"Marita," Liana said firmly, her tone brooking no argument, "Lord Garius wouldn't be pleased if he saw you manhandling the young lord. Hand him over."

Marita pouted but reluctantly held me out to Liana. "Fine. But you'll see! He loves my kisses."

No, I don't! Who told you that!?

Liana took me into her arms with a practiced grace, and I immediately felt the difference. Her grip was secure, but it lacked the overbearing, slobbery enthusiasm of Marita's.

"There you go, little Javier," Liana said softly. "No more slobber, I promise."

Finally! Someone with sense!

As Marita walked away, mumbling something about "adorable babies not appreciating her love," I sighed in relief—internally, of course.

Thank you, Liana. You might not be Francesca, but you're a thousand times better than that kissing nightmare.

( End Of Chapter )