Reborn As Noble Chapter 1 From Grown-Up to Goo-Goo ( 1 )

"Huh? Where am I?"

I sensed a warm and snug feeling, though my sight remained hazy. My frame seemed incredibly tiny, and I had no control over my limbs.

"Are you hungry, Javier? Don't fret, Mama will nurse you right away."

Javier? Who might that be? I longed to inquire, yet abruptly my lips touched a soft surface. A warm, sweet fluid flooded my mouth.

Hold on… could this be… breast milk?

The realization dawned on me, leaving me bewildered. Thoughts whirled in my head, while my body responded instinctively like an infant. I found myself unable to cease the sucking.

"I can't possibly be an infant… This is insane…"

The lady cradling me let out a gentle laugh. Her tone carried kindness and serenity. "Does it taste nice, sweetie? Go ahead and drink your fill; Mama has plenty for you."

Her reassuring words brought a mix of comfort and bewilderment. Mama? What's going on? Why can't I speak? Why am I acting so childlike?

Next, she beamed—a broad, affectionate smile that enhanced her loveliness.

"Ahhh…" I yearned to yell, but only a soft gurgle emerged. My infant form ignored my inner turmoil.

"Ara, how adorable," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Relax, Javier. Mother will look after you. Muah!"

That kiss warmed my heart. Briefly, my anxieties and disorientation faded.

Who could this lady be? Why am I in the presence of such a stunning woman?

I gazed upward at her while she held me, overwhelmed by frustration, wonder, and powerlessness. I had to unravel this mystery.

Once the nursing ended, the lovely woman who held me started to sing a gentle, calming lullaby. Her melody flowed softly like a soothing breeze, enveloping me in comfort.

Her voice… it feels so… reassuring.

She gazed at me with eyes brimming with affection, and temporarily, my bewilderment and alarm dissolved.

To be honest… I wouldn't object if this enchanting woman cared for me indefinitely. She's stunning. Ehehe…

"Madam, allow me to handle him," a stern, formal voice broke in. "Lord Garius summons the entire family to the dining area."

The woman—my mother—pursed her lips in a playful sulk. "Ehhhhh, but I'm tending to my little sweetie here," she whined, hugging me tighter.

Sweetie? Alright, I suppose that suits me…

"Madam Francesca, Lord Garius insists," the voice pressed on.

My interest piqued, so I craned my neck toward the sound. There stood another female, clad in maid attire, positioned deferentially close by.

Eh? Hold up! Don't hand me to that maid! No way! Lady! No! Send that plump one packing! Begone, begone, plump!

Francesca let out an theatrical sigh. "Alright! But return him to me the moment I finish. Got it?"

"Yes, Madam."

Ehhhh? Wait, no! Gorgeous lady, no—Mother!!! Don't give me to her!!!

Ignoring my wordless objections, Francesca carefully passed me to the maid. The tender embrace gave way to a precise, detached hold.

Ekkk! What a step down! A major step down! No disrespect, maid, but… return me to my lovely Mama! I beg you!

The maid clutched me firmly yet purposefully. I attempted to wriggle, but my infant appendages refused to obey. Now, my sole defense was my wailing.

"Uwaaaaa!!!"

The maid recoiled a bit, yet she continued onward.

I'm wailing for rescue! Mother! Don't abandon me! Rescue me! Bring me back!

Francesca giggled softly while looking over her shoulder at me. "Ara, Sweetie, no need to fuss. Mother will return shortly. Be a good boy, alright?"

Her grin shone brightly, and she offered a small wave before vanishing through the doorway.

Eeeek! She's truly abandoning me! This feels like treachery! How could she!?

The maid tried cooing to calm my sobs, but it only fueled my resistance. Mother! Return! I refuse to stay with—this! Help, somebody!

As the maid drew me nearer, her rigid expression eased. Her grin expanded—excessively so—and her features hovered over mine.

"Oh, what an utterly charming little one!" she exclaimed, her pitch rising to an excessively sugary squeak.

Hold on… why are you bending closer? What's your plan?

Before I could brace myself inwardly, she delivered a large, messy smooch on my cheek.

Nooooo! Back away, you plump maid! No! Mother! Aid! Anyone! Eeeekk!

"Muah! Muah! Muuuuaaah!" she gushed, bombarding my face with pecks.

Blerghh! Yuck! Revolting! I shrieked in my thoughts, trapped in the ordeal. My infant form squirmed futilely within her grasp.

Her zeal persisted. Yet another kiss struck my opposite cheek, followed by my brow.

"Who's my darling little infant, hmm? You are! Muah, muah!"

Cease! I'm an adult mentally! This is sheer agony! Francesca, hurry! Rescue me!

Inwardly, I retched at the idea. Ewww, utterly repulsive! Why must this befall me? I never agreed to this!

But only feeble whimpers of woe slipped from my mouth.

"Uwaaahhh!!!"

The maid mistook my outcries, chuckling as she swayed me. "Oh, such a cranky one! Relax, young Lord Javier. You're secure in my care."

Secure? SECURE!!!? I'm enduring drooly attacks! Mama, return! Ekkk!!!

While my mute pleas for aid persisted, I could merely wish that somebody—anybody—might deliver me from this terror.

"Keep your hands off me!!!" I bellowed silently, though only a feeble sob sounded. My minuscule fists thrashed pointlessly against her torso. Curse this obstinate maid!

The maid, dismissing my resistance entirely, beamed broader. "Oh, what a delightfully cute infant!" she declared, advancing for yet another onslaught.

"No! No, no, no!" I lamented inside as she applied another damp kiss to my cheek.

"Muah!"

Repulsive! Ewww! Somebody, anybody, rescue me from this maid!

She proceeded toward the dining room, jiggling me lightly in her hold. I yearned for reprieve, but she continued doting my cheeks with her misguided fondness.

"Muah! Muah! Oh, Lord Javier, you're simply too endearing!"

Too endearing for such handling! Francesca, where have you gone? No, never mind. At this stage, I'd accept anyone. Just ensure they're attractive! Ekkk! Save me!!!!!

Right when I believed the ordeal couldn't intensify, a new voice intervened.

"Marita, you ought not to smother that infant with kisses that way. Pass him to me."

The maid halted suddenly. I swiveled my head—or twisted my neck to its limit as an infant—to identify the speaker.

A youthful female appeared, attired in a refined maid outfit, her face composed yet subtly entertained. Her hair was tidy, and she looked beautiful.

"Oh, but he's so adorable, Miss Liana! Only one more kiss!"

NO! I howled within. Enough! Extract me from this maid before I go mad!

"Marita," Liana stated resolutely, leaving no room for debate, "Lord Garius would disapprove of you rough-handling the young lord. Give him here."

Marita sulked but unwillingly extended me toward Liana. "Very well. But you'll observe! He adores my kisses."

No, I don't! What gave you that notion!?

Liana accepted me with skillful poise, and the contrast hit me right away. Her hold was steady, minus the overwhelming, saliva-filled zeal of Marita's.

"There, little Javier," Liana whispered gently. "No more drool, I assure you."

At last! A person with reason!

As Marita departed, muttering about "charming infants who don't value her affection," I exhaled in relief—mentally, naturally.

Thank you, Liana. You're no Francesca, but you surpass that smooching horror by miles.

( End Of Chapter )