Chapter 33

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 33

"Iñigo, please call me Mama. Mama~"

She faced the little boy. Iñigo had no idea what was going on, so he said:

"Ga."

"Ga? What do you mean by ga? Is that how you call me? Ga?" She was so disappointed that her lips curled downward, and her expression turned melancholy.

As for Karlos, he was grinning with victory as if he had just won the lottery.

"My son calls me Papa." He was so happy that his chest puffed out proudly, and everything that had happened earlier was forgotten.

He raised Iñigo, and the little boy saw the ceiling from a new angle for the first time in his life. He felt like he could see everything while Karlos lifted him high.

"Pa!" he giggled in joy, kicking his feet wildly. The view from up high was amazing.

"I've decided. I'll buy you a stroller!"

"Pa!"

"Say it again!"

"Pa!"

Maya pouted as she watched their interaction. She couldn't believe Iñigo would say Papa more than Mama, especially when she had spent more time nursing and cuddling him.

"Well, at least he said Mama first." That made her feel better, if only just a little bit.

Once Karlos was done with Iñigo, he passed the little boy to Maya. She kept asking Iñigo to call her Mama, repeating it sweetly and patiently while tapping his nose with her finger, but Iñigo only replied with "ga" and "gu".

Since Iñigo had already called him Papa, it was time to ask Arabella the same question. He scooped up the little girl and faced her.

"Arabella, call me Papa. Your brother already called me Papa. You shouldn't lose to your brother."

Arabella glanced at Iñigo, who was currently being pestered by their mother, asking to be called Mama.

"... Ga..."

"Go on, call me Papa." Karlos waited for her response, smiling widely with his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Being called Papa by the kids felt amazing, like receiving the warmest hug on a cold day. It was just a simple word, but it healed his heart in ways no medicine ever could.

"Pa."

"Hahahahahaha! Arabella called me Papa!"

Arabella had no idea what was going on, but she laughed alongside Karlos because his laughter was so contagious.

"... Why?"

Maya asked herself as she watched Arabella call Karlos "Pa".

It was an incomplete word, but "Pa" meant something, and to her, it meant defeat. Now Maya was pouting sadly. She couldn't believe Arabella had also called Karlos Papa.

"I treat you guys well, and this is how you repay me?" She sighed in disappointment while shaking her head dramatically.

"Ga! Ga!"

Iñigo, who was in her embrace, called her urgently with his tiny voice. He was pulling down her dress, he wanted milk.

"After you call me Ga, you're asking for my milk?"

"Ga."

Iñigo was so adorable with his cheeks puffed and hands gripping her clothes that Maya had no choice but to breastfeed him.

"Even if you can't say Mama, I still love you so, so much," she muttered to Iñigo, who was currently nursing.

"Since you called me Papa, I'll also buy you a stroller!" Karlos announced with great enthusiasm as he showered Arabella with kisses.

The little girl was so happy, but that happiness vanished the moment she saw Iñigo being breastfed by their mother.

Without a moment's hesitation, tears gathered in her eyes, sparkling like tiny jewels, and she cried loudly.

"Waahh--! Waahh--!"

Maya shook her head as she braced herself for the chaos only twins could bring. Having twins was truly a tough job. She had no choice but to feed Arabella too. Karlos assisted by holding Arabella while she nursed.

The twins were getting heavy now that they were growing, and Maya couldn't carry them both at the same time, so Karlos had to step in.

Although the couple admitted that this kind of thing was awkward, it put them in close and funny positions because they had to stay still so as not to interrupt the kids.

"Babe, I'm thinking of buying two strollers. What do you think? Arabella and Iñigo would love it if they had strollers to lie on whenever we go outside," he explained, imagining their strolls under the afternoon sun, the kids content and relaxed.

"Alright. I'll prepare money for you. Are you going to ride a tricycle?"

"The market is quite far away."

"Then I'll give you 6,000 pesos later. Bring me back the change."

"Of course. I'll also buy five boxes of condoms."

"... Hm." Maya blushed and shyly nodded, avoiding his gaze as her heart skipped a beat. She already had an idea of what would happen later.

When the kids fell asleep while nursing, the couple placed them carefully and quietly into the crib as if placing rare treasures.

Karlos didn't sleep that day, even though his body begged for rest. After he ate breakfast, he went to the back of the house to set up a chicken coop.

He assembled the chicken coop far from the house so the kids wouldn’t be disturbed by sudden clucks. He hammered nails into the bamboo he had chopped a few days ago.

He only needed a small chicken coop that could accommodate three hens, just enough to have fresh eggs every morning. Each hen had its own small room to lay eggs.

It didn’t take long to finish thanks to his earlier preparations. After that, he decided to make four crab traps. He added mesh around the skeletons of the traps to make them secure and sturdy. The adult crabs couldn’t escape, but the smaller ones could.

Fortunately, the bamboo he had was enough to make all four traps, with extra left over to fix their creaking floor. From 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., Karlos worked hard, sweat dripping from his brow.

"Are you sure you don’t want to sleep? You don’t have to buy the strollers today. We can wait until tomorrow," Maya said with concern, seeing how exhausted he looked under the afternoon light. He had drunk the night before and still needed rest.

However, Karlos shook his head. He was determined to buy them today, like a man on a mission.

"I want to buy condoms."

"..."

Maya was speechless, but quietly pleased as her cheeks reddened slightly again.

"Alright. Since I can’t stop you, here’s the money. Come back quickly."

Maya handed him 6,000 pesos, and Karlos left after changing into clean, presentable clothes for the market trip. He rode a tricycle to the market, where all sorts of products were being sold. For clarification, the wet market and the market were two different places.

The wet market was close to their neighborhood, while the market was on the opposite side of town and required a longer commute.

He remembered a store that sold all kinds of baby products. It was still open, and he found the strollers, which cost 2,200 pesos each.

He checked them first to make sure the wheels rolled smoothly, he didn’t want to buy anything flimsy. Satisfied, he handed over the money to the store owner.

"You’re buying two?"

"I have twins."

"Ah, that explains it. I’ll sell them to you for 2,000 each since you’re buying two. Strollers are harder to sell compared to baby formula, pacifiers, and diapers. They take much spaces," the store owner said.

"That’s great. Thank you so much. Then I’ll also buy five packs of Cerelak."

"You know how to do business. I like that," the store owner grinned.

Karlos paid 4,500 pesos for everything. On his way back, he also bought five boxes of condoms...