Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies Chapter 296: Gathering

"Your abilities have great potential. Hone them well, and one day, you little ones might beco the strongest ability users on this planet," Elena said, motivating them after seeing what they could do.

Little Koby possessed telekinesis. Little Erick wielded a light-based ability, while Little Lucy could conjure force fields.

And if trained properly, she believes they could beco a powerful force in the future.

However, their abilities were rare, as most awakened powers in her past life had been elental—so teaching them based on her experience alone would be difficult.

For now, all she could do was offer guidance and ideas on how their powers might be used.

But one thing she knew for certain: once an ability awakened, it could be used instinctively, as if the answers were already etched into their bodies.

Still, instinct alone wasn’t enough. To truly master their powers, they would need ti, practice, and constant experintation—and, ultimately, the determination to push those abilities to their highest tier.

Hearing Elena’s praise, the kids nodded enthusiastically, their eyes shining as they promised to work harder.

"How about , Sis Ele? When will I awaken an aweso ability?" Little Mia asked hopefully, unable to hide her envy of her friends’ powers.

"You will awaken one for sure," Elena said gently. "It’s just that your body isn’t ready yet. Once you’re old enough, your ability will awaken on its own."

"Then why do the triplets already have abilities?" Little Mia asked in confusion, recalling what she had seen.

"Sis doesn’t know either," Elena replied honestly. "Maybe the babies are simply unique."

She then turned to look at the triplets, sleeping peacefully despite the noise in the room; their chubby, cute faces were blissfully calm and unbothered.

Little Mia nodded. She didn’t fully understand, but since it was her Sis Elena who said it, she believed her.

Soon, the kids began sharing their experiences and how they helped take care of the babies, and Elena listened attentively.

Little Mia talked the most, proudly explaining how she stayed by the babies’ side whenever Grandpa Caldwell was watching them.

She sang baby songs to entertain them, but sotis they were too naughty, crying for no reason at all.

"Sis Ele, they cry too much," Little Mia complained. "They even act like I bullied them. Even Grandpa and Mom were fooled. You should reprimand them, or they’ll keep acting out of control."

She poured out everything she felt, feeling utterly wronged by the elders for reprimanding her even for drinking her favorite juice while playing with the babies.

Now, it had been banned, and drinking anything near them was strictly forbidden.

Seeing Little Mia’s adorably angry expression, Elena almost burst out laughing.

"Then why didn’t you share the orange juice with them?" she teased.

Little Mia glanced at Brother Ethan. "Brother Tan and Grandpa won’t allow it. The babies’ tummies can’t handle it."

"That’s right," Elena said softly. "They’re still babies and don’t understand anything yet. So Little Mia, you need to be patient. When they grow up, I’m sure they’ll listen to their aunt. And rember, babies can only drink milk. You’re not allowed to feed them anything else, okay?"

The kids nodded obediently. The elders had already taught them well what they could—and could not—do around the babies.

Little Mia then gazed at the sleeping triplets with pure adoration.

"Sis Ele, I’ll teach them nursery rhys," she said happily. "Hehe, my mom taught a lot."

"They’ll surely look forward to that, Aunt Mia," Elena replied softly. "On their behalf, I thank you for your effort."

After that, the kids continued chatting in hushed voices, careful not to wake the triplets. The warm and gentle atmosphere filled the room, making Elena’s heart feel full.

She was just about to suggest that the kids move outside so the babies could rest properly when she noticed Poochi lying far away from them, separated and quiet.

He looked lonely.

Elena frowned slightly, feeling a pang of concern. "Handso Poochi, co here. Why are you staying all alone?"

Hearing his na, Poochi imdiately stood up and carefully walked closer. He whimpered softly, his eyes fixed on the babies, moving with clear caution.

Every small action didn’t escape Elena’s notice, and her heart softened at the sight.

"It’s fine," she said gently. "Do you want to stay near the babies? Co here. I know you won’t hurt them."

Poochi’s eyes lit up. He glanced proudly at his buddy Ethan before circling to the other side of the bed, resting his head there while watching the young masters sleep peacefully.

Elena then reached out and gently stroked his fluffy head. Poochi truly was becoming more intelligent—just like the upper-tier evolved animals she rembered.

Before long, news of Elena finally waking up spread throughout the space. One by one, people hurried over to check on her.

Seeing that she was completely fine, everyone finally let out a breath of relief—especially Grandpa Caldwell.

"Elena, it’s good that you’re finally awake. How are you doing?" he said warmly. "Sigh... look at the babies. They’re growing so fast."

"I’m fine, Grandpa. Thank you, for taking care of them," Elena replied sincerely. "I hope they haven’t been too naughty and worn you out."

"Hahahaha, not at all," Grandpa Caldwell laughed. "They’re very obedient and sleep most of the day, so it hasn’t been tiring in the least."

Even if they were mischievous, he would still pamper his great-grandsons endlessly.

As for discipline, he preferred to leave that to Ethan and Elena. He would simply watch from the side, stepping in only if things truly went wrong.

Soon after, Lydia and the others also stepped forward to congratulate Elena for giving birth to three adorable triplets.

They promised to continue looking after the babies just as they had been doing all this ti.

Well, they had been watching over the babies closely, and whenever the triplets were brought out for a short tour inside the space, it beca their rare chance to catch a glimpse of those tiny, adorable faces.

It was just that there were simply too many people, all eager for even a little of the babies’ attention.

Fortunately, there were three of them—otherwise, a single baby would have been completely overwheld by everyone’s enthusiasm.

However, when the crowd began to gather too closely around the triplets, Grandpa Caldwell quickly stepped in and shooed them away, worried the babies might be disturbed or frightened.

He couldn’t help but sigh, thinking that the triplets were simply far too popular.

Back in the room, Ethan glanced between Elena and the triplets, then checked the ti on his watch.

Nearly an hour had passed, filled with nonstop chatter.

Reports about current situations and awakened abilities had already started coming in, and the constant noise was beginning to stir the sleeping triplets.

Seeing this, Ethan decided to step in.

"Everyone, please let my wife rest," he said calmly. "She just woke up. We can set another ti for reports and other matters. For now, let her have so quiet ti with the triplets."

His tone was polite, but the aning was clear—this was their mont as a family, and he wanted so private ti.

Grandpa Caldwell imdiately supported him, gently ushering everyone out and giving the couple the space they needed, along with their children.