Chapter 2 — A Second Chance

They slowly open their eyes and notice a young stunningly beautiful woman with long, flowing purple hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall of amethyst, and large, soft purple eyes. She was the picture of feminine grace and elegance in her flowing, medieval gown, the fabric shimmering softly in the light like the surface of a still lake at night. She was wearing a loose, flowing dress made of a lightweight, ethereal fabric, the color of freshly bloomed violets. The dress was cinched at the waist with a leather belt adorned with an intricate silver buckle, highlighting her slender figure. Her skin was pale and smooth, her features delicate and refined. As she turned her head, the sunlight caught in her hair, causing it to shine with a vibrant iridescent hue.
"Good morning, my angel." A beautiful, musical voice greets them, like the ringing of crystal bells. It was the voice of a goddess. 
"Our tough little warrior is finally awake!" A deep voice was heard, catching the baby's attention. The tall man standing beside the beautiful woman was her husband. He was a tall and imposing figure, his broad shoulders and muscled frame visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He was dressed in simple yet practical clothes, the roughspun cloth in a drab brown color that matched his dark hair. Over the shirt, he wore a heavy leather vest, adorned with several pouches and pockets for storing tools and supplies. On his feet, he wore sturdy boots that looked like they had seen many miles of hard traveling.A gentle hand came down to stroke their cheek, and a beautiful smile was cast their way. "It is good to see you awake, my baby boy. How are you feeling?" The mother asked with a gentle yet soothing tone, with a hint of worry in it.The baby looked at the mother in confusion. "Where am I...?" He expressed his thoughts, looking around noticing unfamiliar environments around him. "So it's true, I've been reincarnated."
The mother then placed her palm on his forehead, trying to see if he was still unwell. She sighed in relief and let out a chuckle. "The fever is gone!" The mother announced, a smile brightened her face, making her seem even more beautiful. "Her hand is so warm... I could feel myself getting tired just by the touch of her hand." He expressed his thoughts again. "Just who is this woman...?""I see, thank goodness." The father sighed in relief, he smiled and lightly lifted the baby off the mother's arms and threw him in the air repeatedly, catching him with his strong arms."Haha! I knew you would eventually beat that fever, my little warrior - Yasu!" He said joyfully, with a wide smile on his face as he flung Yasu in the air."Hehe~" A giggle was heard. The sound was pleasant, like the ringing of a bell. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. "You're gonna drop the baby, sweetie!" The father smirked confidently as he held the baby in his strong arms, effortlessly supporting the child on one arm while the other was free. "Drop the baby? I don't think so, darling," he replied sarcastically, flexing his muscular bicep for good measure. "I've got this under control. I could hold this little one all day if I wanted to."The man's wife rolled her eyes playfully, feigning annoyance at her husband's braggadocio. "Oh, please," she retorted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're just showing off."
The father's smirk widened into a grin as he chuckled at his wife's retort. He knew she was used to his swagger and showmanship, and it amused him to no end."Guilty as charged," he admitted, still holding the baby steadfastly in his arm. "But can you blame me for showing off? I've got these guns to flaunt." With a quick flex of his arm, he emphasized the muscular biceps that his wife had teased him about. "These babies take a lot of work, you know - I mean, look at this arm. It's solid muscle, baby."The baby in his arms squirmed and let out a happy gurgle, seemingly enjoying the banter between its parents. The mother couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head in affectionate amusement." "Alright, alright. You've proven your point, you're the ultimate baby-holding champion," she said, laughing. "But just because you can hold Yasu for a few minutes doesn't mean you get to skip out on diaper duty later." She smirked, knowing she struck gold. The father groaned playfully, pretending to be dismayed by the thought as he placed the baby back on the bed. "Oh, come on, honey. Can't I get one day off from diaper duty? Just one?" The mother rolled her eyes playfully. "Not a chance, buddy. You know the rules. If you want to play with the baby, you have to help with all the dirty work too. That includes diapers, spit-up, and sleepless nights. It's a package deal." 
As Yasu watched his parents playfully bicker, he couldn't help but compare them to his previous set of parents. He remembered a life filled with constant fighting and tension, with no love or affection shown to him. But here, in this new life, his parents were different. They may jokingly argue, but there was always an underlying current of love and affection between them. He felt a sense of warmth and contentment as he watched his parents interact. It was a stark contrast to the isolation and neglect he had experienced before. "So this is peace..." He expressed his thoughts as a single tear ran down his cheek. The parents, upon noticing the tear rolling down Yasu's cheek, immediately shifted their attention towards him. The mother quickly scooped him up into her arms, cradling him against her chest. "What's wrong, little one?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "Are you okay?"Yasu, still processing his emotions, simply buried his head into his mother's shoulder, taking comfort in her familiar touch and scent.The father came over and gently ruffled Yasu's hair, his rough hand a warm and comforting presence. "You're alright, buddy," he said reassuringly. "No need to cry. We're here for you." Yasu felt a sense of security and love as he was enveloped in the warmth of his parents' embrace. Any lingering traces of sadness and loneliness quickly faded away as he soaked in the affection being showered upon him. 
The mother gently wiped away the remaining tear tracks on Yasu's cheek, her touch tender and soothing. "There, there," she cooed. "We're not going anywhere, buddy. You're safe here." Yasu's small hand latched onto the collar of her shirt, as if trying to hold onto this moment of love and reassurance. The father reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Yasu's back, rubbing it in a slow, comforting circle. The mother continued to rock Yasu gently in her arms, murmuring soft words of comfort and affection. The father joined in, humming a soothing tune that seemed to have an almost magical calming effect on the little one. Yasu's breathing gradually slowed, and the tension in his tiny body eased. In that moment, he felt like nothing in the world could hurt him as long as he was in the arms of his loving parents. The mother and father exchanged a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They could see the relief and peace wash over Yasu, as the tears of sadness were replaced by a sense of belonging and love. 
The father reached out and ruffled Yasu's hair once more. "Feeling better now, champ?" he asked, his gruff voice taking on a tender edge. Yasu managed a small nod, his small face nestled against his mother's neck. "Mhm," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The mother pressed a kiss against the top of Yasu's head, her heart swelling with affection. "Good," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "That's our brave little guy." The father leaned in, resting his chin playfully on Yasu's head. "And you know what brave little guys get, right?" he asked, a hint of a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Yasu shook his head, looking up at his father curiously. The father ruffled his son's hair, a playful glint in his eyes. "They get tickled!" he declared, before suddenly starting to tickle Yasu gently, his hands finding all the most ticklish spots. Yasu couldn't help but let out a high-pitched giggle, squirming in his father's grasp. The mother laughed at the sight of her son's happy face, her heart feeling fuller than ever before.
Yasu felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment as he was enveloped in the warm embrace of his parents. The love and affection showered upon him were a stark contrast to the neglect he had known in his previous life. Yasu's small body relaxed in his mother's arms, a feeling of safety and security washing over him. He clutched tightly to his mother's dress, not wanting the moment to end. At this moment, surrounded by the love of his parents and the comfort of their presence, Yasu couldn't remember a time when he had ever felt happier. He looked up at his mother and father, who were both smiling down at him with affection, and knew that this was where he was meant to be. In this new world, filled with laughter and love, he was finally truly home.