The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 159

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Side Story: Marrying Kyle (10)
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When I first revealed that I was pregnant, Kyle was overjoyed and astonished.
However, the one who was most delighted among us was my father.
“I’m becoming a grandfather…! Me, a grandfather to the adorable baby that Anette will bear?! I’ve truly fulfilled all my lifelong dreams! Thank you, Anette, thank you so much!”
Remarkably, my father said he had anticipated this future ever since he proposed to me as his daughter-in-law.
‘This is pure madness.’
I’ve heard that some men occasionally fantasize about marrying a woman they fell for at first sight and eventually seeing their grandchildren.
But imagining welcoming someone as a daughter-in-law and cradling their grandchild in your arms?
Who on earth does that?
“Hahaha, I’ll take care of everything! I’ll provide for you! Our Anette, just tell me everything you want to eat, wear, and every place you wish to visit. And tell me about anyone who bothers you too!”
“…Father, please compose yourself. Why are you asking me to name people who bother me?”
My husband, who had been listening quietly, interjected.
“Son, you wouldn’t understand, but pregnancy brings significant mood swings. When your mother was pregnant, there were so many people who annoyed her. …I personally plucked every last one of those fools’ heads off—no, wait. I comforted your mother sweetly instead.”
“….”
There’s quite a gap between plucking off the heads of everyone who bothers you and comforting your wife, Father.
“I see.”
My husband nodded as if he had gained profound wisdom.
This won’t do—these mad people!
If I left these two lunatics unchecked, at least several heads would surely roll during my pregnancy.
“My condition is perfectly fine. And I’m feeling very well. So please don’t worry.”
But that wasn’t true.
As the mild nausea that initially arose persisted into a constant 24-hour sensation of dizziness, my condition deteriorated.
“Anette, I brought cream bread from Bayonere. You said you wanted to eat this.”
Kyle had traveled all the way to Bayonere Island to bring back cream bread from the small bakery there—the one I had previously run before handing it over to the villagers—yet my stomach churned at the sight of it.
“I don’t think I can eat….”
“Blech!”
But then my father suddenly rushed out, experiencing morning sickness himself.
“…?”
“…?”
We were bewildered, but only after the Royal Physician arrived could we understand what had happened.
“Sometimes husbands experience pregnancy symptoms. Well, there are cases where the pregnant woman is fine but only the husband suffers. …But a grandfather experiencing it? That’s a first for me.”
The Royal Physician shook his head at the sight of the handsome man lying in bed afflicted.
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately?), after my father’s bout of morning sickness, my own nausea miraculously disappeared.
I ate plenty of delicious food and regained my health.
But now the problem was my changing body and emotions. My own appearance felt unfamiliar, and whether due to pregnancy or not, I felt more upset than usual.
One day, Kyle asked me with concern.
“Anette, you don’t look well. Are you alright?”
For some reason, tears welled up in my eyes.
“I know my complexion isn’t good. I know it, so why do you have to say it? I’m already upset as it is.”
“Oh, Anette…! Are you crying? I’m so sorry.”
In an instant, Anette’s Father seized his musket.
His face, grown even more delicate from morning sickness, spoke with ominous intent.
“This insolent wretch dares make my daughter-in-law weep? At last, I’ve found someone worthy of execution!”
Bang!
“Father! Don’t fire that gun in front of a pregnant woman! You’ll hit someone outside!”
I cried out, stopping him.
“No, that won’t do. The child needs a father.”
Later, once my emotions settled, I apologized to Kyle and was more careful afterward, though I couldn’t control it perfectly.
Those were chaotic days indeed.
Time passed safely until at last the month of delivery arrived, and we eagerly anticipated the arrival of our newborn.
“Waaah!”
The child born was a daughter.
She was perfectly healthy.
Kyle, who had stayed by my side throughout the entire birth, holding my hand, invited Anette’s Father—who had only heard the sounds anxiously from outside—to see the baby.
Anette’s Father gazed at the sleeping infant with trembling eyes. Then, raising both arms in joy, he cried out:
“At last, I have my ‘Mini Anette’…!”
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On a day of brilliant sunshine.
We went on a picnic with Lily.
Lily was a child with honey-blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes, bearing an equal resemblance to both Kyle and me.
“Lily, do you like your hair?”
“Mm-hmm. I like it even more when Grandpa does it. Hehe.”
Grandfather gently stroked the small head and showered her with kisses, utterly smitten.
Kyle and I sat together on the picnic mat spread across the grass, watching the scene unfold.
Since Lily’s birth, my little one has been responsible for all our laughter.
Especially Anette’s Father’s affection—it was now divided between Lily and me.
Thanks to this, Kyle was delighted to finally have his wife all to himself.
“Our cute and clever Lily, whose granddaughter are you?”
“Grandpa’s granddaughter.”
Anette’s Father beamed with joy and lifted Lily high into his arms.
“My, what a good answer. How beautiful you are. You’re Grandfather’s granddaughter, our Lily.”
“Yes.”
“Lily, shall we go see the butterflies over there with Grandfather?”
The small head nodded eagerly.
Kyle, watching from beside us, spoke tenderly.
“Lily, remember—you can’t go too close to the bees like last time. Listen well to Grandfather.”
I added a word as well.
“If you get hungry while watching the butterflies, come right back. Let’s eat with Mother.”
“Okay!”
Smiles bloomed across both Kyle’s lips and mine.
Once we were alone together, we leaned against each other and gazed out toward the distant Lakeside.
Fragments of sunlight sparkled like diamonds across the Lake’s surface.
A sweet breeze drifted in from somewhere.
Tree branches swayed gently, as though time had forgotten them.
It was a moment of perfect peace.
“Anette.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m curious about something.”
I remained comfortably nestled against him, waiting for his question.
“When did you decide to marry me? Now that I think about it, you’ve never actually told me.”
“The eve of the Foundation Festival.”
“The eve?”
He asked as though surprised.
“Yes.”
“…I see.”
He smiled softly.
‘There was a decisive moment.’
I recalled that day as though returning to it instantly.
It was the eve of the Foundation Festival when we both wore masks.
That day, instead of Kyle Winston with wheat-colored hair and emerald eyes, he had disguised himself with black hair and pale blue eyes.
He had given me three hints about himself then.
“I see you even in my dreams.”
“Someone who always wants to be with you. My dream is to grow old with you in the distant future, walking hand in hand.”
The final hint was.
“Someone who would do anything for your happiness.”
Upon hearing those three hints, I had immediately recognized him as Kyle.
And in that moment, I had sensed it.
I could never help but love a man like this.
Even after we married and I bore his child, Kyle remained unchanged—a good man.
He never forgot what I loved.
He did everything for my happiness.
“…Kyle.”
“Yes.”
I lifted my head and met his gaze. Tender emerald eyes looked down at me.
Now I shared the same dream as him.
A dream of growing old happily together like this, becoming elderly and walking hand in hand with him.
Fortunately, such feelings could be expressed in just a few words.
“I love you.”
“….”
Kyle gazed down at me with an expression brimming with ineffable emotion, and then a smile bloomed across his face.
It was a face radiant with a tenderness of happiness.
And I felt precisely the same.
– Kyle Side Story 【Complete】 –

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