The inn's infirmary was bustling with a mixture of excitent and anxiety. Jas paced back and forth, unable to sit still as he awaited news of his wife Linda's delivery. Despite his imnse power, the anxiety of becoming a father again never failed to unsettle him.
"She's going to be fine," his father, John, assured him from where he sat, trying to appear calm. "Just sit down and wait for the good news."
"I know, Father, but I'm still anxious and nervous. After all, that's my wife and my unborn child in there," Jas replied, his voice tinged with worry. The thought of Linda in pain and his child's impending arrival filled him with a mix of fear and anticipation.
John chuckled softly, glancing at Jas with understanding. "He's a boy," he said suddenly.
Jas paused in his pacing, looking at his father in surprise. "What?"
"What Gramps ant," Jack chid in with a grin, "is that Mother is giving birth to a boy."
Jas nodded, his expression softening. "Oh, I know. Mom told ."
John chuckled again, a twinkle in his eyes. "Just wanted to inform you in case you didn't know. We'll have to wait a little longer for her to safely deliver the baby."
At that mont, Adams arrived with Cresil, who he had dragged along when he caught the demon heading for the red light district. The room's atmosphere was relaxed, with everyone but Jas seeming at ease despite the ongoing labor.
Cresil looked around, scanning the room for the won of the group. "Where are the females here? I can't see them."
The others exchanged looks, taken aback by Cresil's apparent lack of concern for Linda's condition. Even the twin elves looked at him, wondering why he hadn't inquired about Linda's health or the progress of the birth.
Cresil, noticing the scrutiny, shrugged. "What? Why are you all looking at like that? Is it because of what I asked? Co on, I was just curious since I didn't see them, that's all."
Adams sighed, shaking his head at the incubus's single-mindedness. "You should control your womanizing habits when it cos to the won around us, Cresil. So are taken or eyed by one of us, and two of them are married."
Cresil raised his hands defensively. "Yes, boss. But I was just curious, really."
As the conversation continued, Anderson approached Adams with a matter of business. "Adams, I heard about a potential land suitable for what you intend to do, but the problem is, it's going to be auctioned."
A frown appeared on Adams' face. Why was everything about auctions in this cultivation and fantasy world? He considered his options: buy it off before the auction date or send soone in his stead. He glanced at Cresil and Jack, a plan forming in his mind, and smiled.
"Cresil and Jack, can I have a mont with you both?" Adams asked, motioning for them to join him.
Jack approached reluctantly, clearly disliking the idea of working with the lustful demon beside him, but for his mother's sake, he obliged.
"What is this errand, boss?" Cresil asked, curiosity piqued.
Jack sighed but remained attentive. "What do you want us to do for you?"
Adams appreciated their willingness, especially Jack's. "I need both of you to attend an auction for ."
Cresil raised an eyebrow. "An auction? What for?"
Adams explained, "Anderson and Awar have other commitnts, and I'll be assisting them. So they're unavailable, but you two are free."
Jack glanced around, trying to find an escape. "What about Gramps? He can attend the auction instead of us."
Adams shook his head. "He has his hands full too."
Jack let out a reluctant sigh. "Alright, you got us. I'll go with him this ti, but if he misbehaves, I'll have to ditch him," he said, pointing a thumb at Cresil.
Cresil scoffed, folding his arms. "Look who's talking, the mischievous one of the group."
Adams watched the two, knowing their bickering was inevitable but also understanding that they shared more similarities than they realized.
Just as he was about to intervene, the door to the birthing room opened, and Jessica erged, cradling a tiny, crying baby in her arms. The sight imdiately drew everyone's attention, and all eyes turned to Jas.
"Mother, can I?" Jas asked with trembling hands, joy evident in his eyes.
John chuckled, his voice teasing. "With your hands trembling like that, do you want the baby to fall off your hands? Bring him to , and I'll decide the na of my grandson."
Linda appeared in the doorway, looking exhausted but radiant after a brief rest. Jessica had healed her, and John had given her a bit of his blood, granting her regenerative abilities to speed up her recovery.
"Like you nad the rest of my children," Linda teased, shaking her head. "You want to na him sothing that starts with a 'J' again, right?"
John nodded enthusiastically. "What's wrong with that? We all have nas starting with 'J', including you. You should change your na from Linda to Jinda. Kind of impressive, isn't it?"
Linda sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately. "What am I going to do with you, old man? Whatever. You're not the one naming my child this ti. He will be the one. We owe him that much."
Everyone turned to look at Adams, who seed oblivious to the conversation until Mabel nudged him.
"What? Is there sothing on my face?" Adams asked, feigning ignorance.
Mabel rolled her eyes. "Stop acting dumb, will you?"
Linda smiled, holding out the newborn to Adams. "I wanted you to na my son."
Adams considered the request, thoughtfully pondering nas for the newborn. After a mont, he spoke up.
"What about... Jason?" he suggested, grinning as he saw John's face light up. "As in the son of Jas, a befitting na for one."
John bead, delighted by the choice, while Linda sighed, knowing she couldn't escape the tradition of 'J' nas.
"As expected of the boss," John praised, nodding approvingly. "You have a great naming sense, just like this old man here. How about you na the next child Jessica and I have?"
Adams laughed, feeling honored. "It will be my privilege to na your child."
Mabel and Jessica exchanged incredulous looks. "Great naming sense, my foot," Mabel muttered.
Jessica shook her head, determined. "Who said we're having another child? That's never going to happen."
Mabel and Jessica's simultaneous retort elicited laughter from the group, lightening the mood.
Awar, who had been lounging lazily nearby, yawned and stretched. "Alright, since everything is fine and sorted out, the mother and the child need so rest."
Everyone knew Awar's statent was an attempt to disperse the crowd so he could nap. His antics drew more laughter, and gradually, the group began to disperse, leaving Linda and her newborn to enjoy so peace.
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