502 Daughter
Selma Payne’s POV:
It turned out that my guess was very reasonable. After many complicated examinations by Master Mary and the others, they finally confirmed, “This is a unique life form, Your Highness. It’s a life form made of energy. Although this child tried to improve his mimicry, this childish disguise still exposed his true identity.”
“Mimicry?”
“Yes, although it looks like it’s only the size of a fingernail now, it doesn’t mean that its mental development is stuck in the delayed physical development.”
“So, there’s a mature spiritual body in me now?”
“I can only say that it’s relatively mature. For a completely chaotic baby, I think it has already developed a weak self-consciousness.”
This was a magical experience. A completely novel mode of pregnancy. What was this mythical ‘pregnant’ feeling?
I’d been looking forward to the day when New Flow gained self-awareness, but I didn’t expect it to be in such a way. However, if we were to have a mother-child relationship, would New Flow have to call me ‘mother’ after it was born?
After the werewolf grandmaster’s explanation, my parents finally understood that the ‘child’ in me was ‘single-sex reproduction’. ‘Thank you, goddess. I don’t want to be accused of having an affair!’
Then, there was another question. When would the child be born? Since the embryo form was just its mimicry, could he stimulate it to change the mimicry and speed up the process? I couldn’t spare any energy for the pregnancy now.
Besides, I didn’t get pregnant of my own will.
Master Mary thought it was possible as long as I could communicate with this child and let him understand my thoughts. This child seemed to turn a blind eye to Master Mary and the others, and any magic test was useless. Only I, the mother who was ‘connected’ to it by blood, seemed to have a little possibility.
But I didn’t know how to communicate with it. In the past, when I wanted to enter someone’s spiritual world, I had to use New Flow’s help. Now that the person I would enter was New Flow, what should I do?
I didn’t have to worry about it for long. The truth told me that I didn’t have to do anything. New Flow was always connected to me.
As if sensing my eagerness, the embryo in my womb began to develop at a rate that was tens of times faster. However, it was only accelerating the maturation of its various biological organs, but it seemed to be consciously compressing its body size.
A week later, after giving me a physical examination, it was concluded that the child had already developed to the level of a normal nine-month-old baby – except for the size.
Looking at the ‘Thumbelina’ on the screen, I was quite curious.
Would I give birth to it like a normal delivery? Or would I need a C-section?
“It’s hard to say.” With this unusual child, Craig was always in a dilemma. “By right, you can have a normal delivery, but your hormone level has gradually stabilized after the first few days, which is not like the standard of a pregnant woman, so it’s hard for us to judge whether your uterus is ready for delivery.”
His ambiguous words sounded like they came from a quack, but I knew he had done everything he could. My situation was not just related to the medical field.
No matter what, we’d already made two preparations. With my current physical fitness, accidents were unlikely unless this child were Azazel’s reincarnation.
That night, the moment of labor came without warning. I was looking at last month’s financial report when I suddenly felt a dull pain in my abdomen. With the experience from the last time, there was no resistance to this delivery. I successfully gave birth to a five-centimeter ‘daughter’ – five centimeters!
The midwife held her and was a little at a loss. She looked at the large thermal box, then at ‘Thumbelina’ in her hand, and finally, put her in.
The baby was also very unusual when it was born. It did not cry or make a fuss and opened its eyes early. It curiously stared at everything in the delivery room with its rice-sized eyes, showing a kind of maturity that differed from its small body.
Lying on the bed, I still felt that all of this was amazing – an inexplicable pregnancy, an inexplicable birth, and an inexplicable daughter, and all of this had only been seven days!
My parents didn’t have any objections to this sudden appearance of a granddaughter. As for the name, I didn’t follow the werewolves’ habit of not naming newborns. “This child’s name is Naiad, which symbolizes ‘new flow’. That’s right, she is the New Flow we all know.”
My father asked in surprise, “So this child embodies your strange power? Did the power of New Flow leave your body after she was born? Will this affect you in any way?”
I felt the power in my body become more active and shook my head. “No, this made my connection with New Flow even closer.”
Once upon a time, New Flow and I were like a cup and the water in the cup. We seemed to be one, but there was an invisible barrier between us. But now, the blood relationship had melted that barrier. I truly felt like I had become one with New Flow, and using it was as easy as using my fingers.
