Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 592: His own creation [2]

Brandon was lying naked on his back on the large bed and Marzella was on top of him.

Her head rested on his chest with one leg draped over his thigh as she snuggled deeper into him, seeking comfort and closeness.

His hands slowly moved down her back, eventually settling on her firm, rounded ass cheeks.

He gently squeezed them, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Marzella eventually lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest as she looked at him with soft, tired eyes.

"I’ve been thinking..." she murmured in a gentle voice.

"When the pregnancy progresses, I’ll go live with Elize and Ravene for a while. In the name of ’Artifical Insemination’ I said I conceived a child. They said they’ll help take care of me during pregnancy."

Brandon’s hands paused on her ass for a moment before he continued gently squeezing and caressing the soft mounds.

He let out a quiet breath, "I’m sorry. I wish I could be there with you more... through the pregnancy and everything."

Marzella smiled faintly, a small, understanding smile that held both sadness and acceptance.

She reached up and gently traced a finger along his jaw.

"You don’t need to apologize, Brandon," she whispered.

"I already expected this. You have a different life outside this lab... you have a wife. I’ve always known that and I’m not going to ask you to abandon everything for me."

She lowered her head again, pressing her cheek against his chest.

"These past few months with you... they were great. Really great. I’ll cherish them. And I’ll cherish our child too."

Brandon’s arms tightened around her.

He felt a complicated mix of emotions... guilt for the role he was playing in this loop, affection for the woman who would one day become his mother, and the heavy knowledge of the future that awaited her.

He kissed the top of her head softly.

"I’ll still come see you as much as I can."

Marzella nodded against his chest, snuggling even closer as his hands continued their gentle, soothing play on her ass.

---

The evening light filtered softly through the large windows of the private lounge.

Ravene and Elize were sitting on a comfortable sofa, each holding a cup of warm tea.

Ravene took a slow sip of her tea and frowned in thought.

"I still can’t shake this feeling," she said quietly.

"Marzella suddenly deciding to have a child... it feels too sudden. Knowing her and how obsessed she is with her research, I can’t help but think this baby might be connected to it."

Elize leaned back against the sofa, crossing her legs.

"I understand why you’d think that. Marzella has always been extremely dedicated to her work. But... I don’t think that’s the only reason this time."

Ravene looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Elize let out a soft sigh "She might simply be lonely."

Ravene blinked, clearly surprised by the answer.

"Lonely?"

Elize nodded "Think about it. Marzella has spent most of her life buried in her research. She rarely opens up to people. She keeps everyone at a distance."

"Maybe, for the first time, she wants something... a child, a family. She might just be tired of being alone."

Ravene remained silent for a long moment, processing Elize’s words.

She stared down at her teacup, her fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly.

"...You might be right,"

"But I can’t completely shake the feeling that her research is involved somehow. She’s never been the type to do things on pure emotion."

Upon hearing this, Elize smiled gently, "Even the most dedicated researchers are still human. She’s been alone for a very long time."

Ravene let out a soft sigh and leaned back, her expression softening slightly.

"I hope you’re right. For her sake... and for the child’s."

---

The months passed quietly.

Brandon continued his double life.

During the day, he maintained his usual routines, spending time with his wives and handling matters related to the family in the Divine Realm.

But at night, whenever Elize and Ravene were not staying with Marzella, he would slip away and visit her in secret.

Even though the time they spent was short, Marzella loved every second of it.

She never complained about his limited presence.

She understood the situation and she chose this path knowing he had another life.

But every time he came to her, her eyes would soften with quiet joy.

Those stolen nights became her anchor.

---

Central Hospital – Delivery Room Wing

Elize and Ravene sat side by side on the long bench, their hands tightly clasped together.

Inside, Marzella was giving birth.

Soft, pained groans could occasionally be heard even through the thick doors.

Ravene’s leg bounced nervously as she stared at the floor.

"She’s been in there for hours... I hope everything is going well."

Elize squeezed her hand gently, "The doctors said it’s progressing normally. Marzella is strong. She’ll be fine."

Inside the delivery room, Marzella gripped the sides of the bed, sweat covering her forehead as she pushed with all her strength.

"One more big push, Miss. You’re almost there!"

Marzella let out a strained cry as she gave everything she had.

And then, the sharp, powerful cry of a newborn filled the room.

The doctor smiled as she carefully lifted the baby.

"It’s a boy!"

Marzella collapsed back against the pillows, breathing heavily and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she heard her son’s first cries.

A tired smile formed on her lips.

Outside, when the doctor finally stepped out and announced the successful birth, both Elize and Ravene let out soft sighs of relief.

They were allowed inside shortly after.

Marzella lay on the bed holding the newborn baby boy wrapped in a soft blanket against her chest.

Her eyes were soft as she looked down at him.

Elize and Ravene approached quietly and looked at the new born baby.

"He’s... beautiful."

Elize smiled gently, placing a hand on Marzella’s shoulder.

"You did great."

The newborn boy let out a small sound, drawing their attention back to him.

With a giggle, Ravene touched his cheek "See this guy, already demanding attention. Don’t worry, Aunt Ravene will spoil you."

---

High above the clouds, Brandon and Rheanne were sitting together on a floating platform of condensed ether.

Rheanne leaned her head comfortably on Brandon’s shoulder, her long white hair flowing softly in the breeze.

"How does it feel to witness your own birth?"

Brandon remained silent for a long moment, staring down at the world beneath them.

From this height, the hospital where his past self had just been born was nothing more than a tiny speck in a vast city.

He let out a slow breath "It’s... strange. More surreal than I expected."

Looking at him, her gaze softened as she couldn’t even imagine how bizarre the whole situation is for him and how he must be feeling.

Being your own father.

Rheanne’s hand moved up to gently cup his cheek, turning his face toward her.

"You’re carrying too much alone, Kael."

Brandon met her eyes and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Being here with you makes it easier," he murmured against her skin.

Rheanne’s gaze softened even further.

She shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him as they sat together atop the clouds, watching the mortal world.

"Kael... I just had a funny thought."

"What is it, dear?"

"If someone calls you ’motherfucker’, they aren’t completely wrong... right?"

Brandon: -_-’