Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 207: Three cute little dragons

He couldn’t believe she was alive—especially after everything that had happened in City B.

What infuriated him most was how well she seemed to be doing.

Her face was still beautiful, her cheeks full and rosy, her clothes clean and tidy.

It was as if the disaster had never touched her—like she had never suffered at all.

Meanwhile, he looked rough and ragged.

In that moment, regret clawed at him. He should never have annulled their engagement... or cheated on her.

But it was too late.

Lydia looked at him with cold disdain. This man had brought her so much pain.

If Elena hadn’t found her in time, she might not have survived.

"You thought I was dead? Well, too bad—I’m doing better than you," she said sharply.

Marc only glared, still aching from Elena’s earlier beating.

Then Lydia took her revenge—each strike of the whip releasing the anger and sorrow she had buried inside.

When she finally stopped, Oslo stepped forward and gently took the whip from her hand.

"All right, I’ll take care of the rest. You don’t need to see how it ends."

"Okay," Lydia whispered, relieved. It was finally over. She had gotten her revenge.

Elena watched with quiet amusement, noting how much Lydia and Oslo had grown close; they seemed so comfortable with each other.

"Wife, let’s go. Leave the rest to them," Ethan said gently, guiding her back home to rest.

Elena nodded and teleported them to their house.

Once inside, she immediately checked Ethan for any injuries.

Seeing that he was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After changing into something comfortable, she sat down at the kitchen table, ready for lunch.

She was hungry again and wanted more food.

As always, Ethan served her favorite dishes with care.

As they ate, they chatted about what else they could add to the house.

Over the past few weeks, they had decorated their home to match their style.

Ethan had also made sure the place was safe for the baby—adding soft covers to sharp corners and replacing anything dangerous.

Elena felt it was a bit early for baby-proofing, but he insisted it was also for the kids who often came over, treating the house like their secret base.

She finally agreed and let him handle the details.

Just as they finished eating and were about to head upstairs for a short nap, the kids barged in, swinging the door open like it was their own home.

They laughed and chatted loudly, flopping onto the sofa to watch their favorite cartoon on the big flat-screen TV.

Looking at the kids, Ethan considered creating a separate house for them—somewhere they could play without disturbing his wife while she rested.

He cleared his throat with a soft cough to get their attention.

"Brother Tan, you’re already back?" little Mia pouted, clearly upset that they had gone out to play in the snow without her. Even Poochi and Wolfie had joined in the fun.

Meanwhile, the other kids greeted Elena and Ethan cheerfully. In response, the couple gave them warm, welcoming nods.

"Little Mia, lower the TV sound. Your sister Ele needs to rest," Ethan said gently.

But when he noticed her adorable, sulky expression, he couldn’t help but chuckle and tease, "What’s with that face?"

Little Mia gave him a playful glare, then trotted over to Elena and gently placed her small hand on her belly.

"Sis Ele, has the baby moved?"

"The baby’s still tiny, Little Mia. It won’t move for a couple more months," Elena replied softly.

"Eh, baby, come out soon! Your aunt wants to pway with you!" Little Mia said, gently rubbing Elena’s belly with affection.

Elena smiled and patted her head, thinking what kind of present to give her for her upcoming birthday.

Meanwhile, Ethan, already used to his niece’s dramatic little acts, waved her off with a small smile.

"Go on now—back to your cartoon. Be good."

"Nephew, behave well! Aunt’s going to watch cartoons now. Bye-bye!" Little Mia said cheerfully, skipping back to the living room to rejoin her friends.

Ethan frowned slightly, realizing his niece kept calling the baby a boy—when their baby was a girl.

"Wife, should we build another house for them? They might end up disturbing your rest."

"I like seeing the kids running around happily in our home," Elena replied, watching the children sing along joyfully to the cartoon theme.

In her past life, they had lived in constant fear, always on edge, never knowing when danger would strike.

That quiet, lonely survival had left her longing for warmth, for the sounds of laughter and life.

Now, these moments felt like a dream come true.

Ethan then chuckled.

"Since you love kids so much, how about we add a few more after this one?"

She shot him a warning glare.

"This one is enough. Don’t even think about adding more."

"Alright, alright, no need to be mad. This baby is more than enough for both of us."

"Good thinking," she said with a smirk, then leaned in to kiss him as a reward.

*****

The next few days passed quietly, until one late morning when Elena was gently shaken awake by her husband, who had urgent news about the military.

Actually, Ethan had been growing increasingly worried—his wife had been sleeping more than usual.

Her normal 8 a.m. wake-up had drifted to 10 a.m., and now it was nearly 11.

At this point, it was closer to lunch than breakfast, and he feared she might go hungry.

"What is it that’s so important you had to wake me up?" Elena grumbled, clearly annoyed.

She’d been in the middle of a wonderful dream—three adorable little dragons had been fluttering their wings and teasing her to follow them.

Just as she reached out to pet one, she was pulled from her slumber.

Sensing her irritation, Ethan quickly sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Wife, don’t be mad, okay?" he said, planting gentle kisses on her cheeks, trying to soothe her back into a good mood.

Eventually, she couldn’t help but laugh at his flurry of kisses and fussing.

"Not angry anymore?" he asked hopefully.

"Hmpph. Now tell me—what happened?" she said, her curiosity finally taking over.