Welcome to the Family

Life as an infant is boring.

There's nothing I can really do other than stare at the incredibly blurry ceiling, sleep, eat, shit, piss, cry and giggle.

It's all inane and typical, the only highlight of my days is when this life's parents would show up to fuss and talk to us. They're not so bad for young first time parents. Always attentive to my twin and I's needs, affectionate and doting in a way that would have me cringing if I could.

It seems I have great luck in my isekai journey for just having a full set of devoted parents whose names don't ring a bell from all the novels and anime that I've watched. That means that I'm an average commoner, Villager F, background unimportant character #657 if you will, which all works out for me since I want that peaceful isekai life.

(Also, I found out that this world was a fantasy one when our Father relayed the news of a goblin settlement being found in the nearby forest and cautioning our Mother when foraging for herbs. All I can say is that I can't wait to explore this fantasy world in a safe distance, preferably away from all the action.)

I don't care that it's mundane and not filled with adventure or romance, all I want is that sweet, sweet, relaxing commoner life that I would certainly achieve! Who wants adventure when I can be safe and sound with no world ending quest that would stress me the fuck out. Who wants romance when I can watch all the drama unfold from the sidelines, plus romance sometimes invites adventure and I don't want any of that.

Okay, whoever God that is out there who placed me in this little girl's life, know that I am extremely grateful to you! Hail to peaceful life in a fascinating new world!

Ahem– anyways, I learned my parents full names and my lil bro's too.

Our mother's name is Rianna Glaze, while I can't describe how she looks with my shitty infantile vision, I have the greatest feeling that she is a beauty. As to why, well, for one her voice is very nice, sweet and warm and motherly. Especially her ever changing lullabies with no specific melodies, it never fails to make me feel all warm and soft inside. Rianna gives off the ara ara oneesan aura in waves, even more so when she is teasing our pathetically devoted father. And speaking of him, Eliel Glaze, I could picture him as a huge manly man. His voice alone is filled with testosterone, and I could tell that he can carry my entirety in one hand but instead chooses to use both arms because he is afraid of accidentally dropping me. Eliel's pecs alone, when he cradles me close to him, can be mistaken for a woman's with how, how… big they are. My lil bro had made that mistake before and embarrassingly enough, I almost did. But despite being this huge manly man, he always gets flustered when his wife teases him.

They are both devoted to one another, clearly in love and I don't know how to feel about it.

My parents in my last life didn't show their affection that much but I could still tell how much they love and respect one another.

But I have nothing against Rianna and Eliel's PDA, maybe a bit embarrassed because second hand embarrassment is a thing, but no matter, I can get used to it, I have plenty of years ahead of me to get used to their lovey-doveyness to one another.

Then there's my lil bro, or as my parents named him, Riel Glaze.

(Elianna and Riel, children of Rianna and Eliel. If it's not obvious enough, our parents named us after the combination of their names or as my sister Gail would say, our parents ship name.)

Riel is a well-behaved baby that cries when he is startled or when he needs changing or hungry. Most of the time he is all giggly and smiley that makes our parents fawn at him any chance they get. Not that I blame them, the sound of his baby laughter and cooing had me smiling and giggling too. He is such a sweetheart too! Lil bro loves being close to yours truly that both Rianna and Eliel had made the decision to place us on the same crib. I feel inexplicably attached to this child that is more than my infant impulse would say.

This family… I can tell that they love me and maybe in turn I could come to love them as my family too. I think my heart is big enough to make room for another set of parents and another younger sibling to love.

But for now, I'll take my own pace at this moving on agenda. Mourning to a life loved and lived, and making way to another and accepting all the changes and adapting through it.

And maybe, just maybe, I can live this life to be just as fulfilling as the other, maybe even more so but that's for future me to introspect.

*****

Little did I know that all that shit I told myself at the beginning of my journey cannot be far from the truth, that and the troublesome people who would come to mess up my plan for a peaceful isekai life.