A Family's Warmth

George slowly drifted back into consciousness, warmth enveloping him like a soft, comforting embrace. A familiar, gentle sensation pressed against his lips, and instinctively, he suckled, drinking the nourishing milk that soothed his small body.

His mother held him in her arms, her beauty so radiant it felt almost otherworldly. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face so delicate and serene it could only be compared to an angelic being. Her deep blue eyes, shimmering with maternal love, gazed down at him with an affection that made his small heart swell with warmth. Despite wearing a simple, commoner's dress—woven linen that clung to her graceful form—she exuded elegance beyond measure, making her look as if she belonged in a realm above mortals.

Beside her sat his father, a man whose presence carried an effortless strength. His sharp, well-defined features spoke of both rugged masculinity and an unshakable gentleness. His dark, shoulder-length hair was slightly tousled, giving him a natural, carefree charm, while his piercing green eyes held a quiet wisdom. Even dressed in the plain attire of a farmer, he looked like a noble in disguise, his posture confident, his build strong yet refined. A warm smile spread across his lips as he watched George with an expression of pure joy.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, followed by two figures rushing in with lively energy.

The older child, a boy of thirteen, had striking silver hair that shone under the soft morning light, paired with deep blue eyes that carried a mix of youthful determination and an unspoken protectiveness. Though still young, his features hinted at the handsome man he would grow into—sharp, noble, and full of charisma. His slim yet athletic frame made him appear graceful even in his casual tunic and trousers.

Trailing behind him was a girl around seven years old, her beauty already evident despite her age. Her long, wavy brown hair bounced with every step, strands catching the light to reveal soft auburn undertones. Her round emerald-green eyes were full of playful mischief, framed by long lashes that only enhanced her innocent charm. She had a small, delicate nose and a bright, sunny smile that made her seem like a living doll.

Both children rushed to their parents, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Mother! Father! We're hungry!" the boy declared, his voice firm but carrying a touch of childish impatience.

"I want to eat too!" the girl added, her voice high and sweet, as she tugged at the hem of her mother's dress.

The father chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair. "Be patient, Cedric. You too, Elara," he said warmly, before turning to his wife. "Rest, my love. You're taking care of the baby—I'll prepare breakfast."

His mother smiled softly, nodding in appreciation.

George, still in her embrace, felt the warmth of family wrap around him.

For the first time since his reincarnation, he truly felt at peace.