Jill, the midwife, looked at the baby in her hands. The baby did not utter a sound, unlike other babies who were just born. Instead the baby's green eyes, were looking at her face, as if observing her. She was startled for a second, then brushed off the idea. She then quickly wrapped it into a towel, snugly, and gave it to Mary who was on the bed.

Mary look at the baby's face, and his green eyes, which resembled his father's. She herself could not explain what she was feeling, looking at the small human in her arms. She was happy, yet at the same time, extremely careful to not drop her baby.

Yet, she could not help but feel weird as the baby looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze. As if it had knowledge already. She also noticed that it was not crying like other kids would, when they were born, this worried her.

Making her think that, her baby is sick, or a mute. Still, her love remained the same, at the same time she became even more protective as she brought the baby even closer to her.The baby in her hands, looked at her, for 10 more seconds, then closed it's eyes, falling asleep, at least, that is what she thought.

Jeffery(The Baby) already knew, who the woman was, as she looked at him. It was the same look that his mother gave him, at least before she died. He knew that this woman was now his mother, though he did not immediately love this women, like he loved his mother in his past life, he already became very protective of her.

He did not know where this sense of being protective came from but her knew that he had it, and that he cant control it.Thus he forgot about it. He tried to go to sleep, which he did, but he noticed that even if his body was resting, his soul was not able to, his soul was not tired at all, thus he decided to keep doing what he had been doing the past 9 months. Which, is to keep mediating, and gathering Qi. Like this, a day passed.

As, he was resting comfortably, he felt a pair of hands lift him up, thus he opened his eyes. He saw a man, about 7 foot tall, with so much muscles that he looked like a body builder. He was ripped, with long hair to his shoulders, and a beard that look very unkempt, and rarely shaved.

Yet as the same time, the man had a wide smile, making him look extremely handsome, even with how unkempt he was. His teeth, very white, which he was not expecting, from the way the man was dressed and how his body was. He could tell that this man was either a barbarian, or a savage.

Though, he looked like a barbarian, the man was looking at him as if he was the greatest treasure in the world. Then, the man started laughing, extremely loud, just be berated by Mary, who quickly took the baby from him. He then, laughed even more, not caring about the fact that he was just berated by his wife.

"Stop laughing so loud John, you'll scare him." Said Mary

"Whats wrong with me laughing loud? Im happy that my child was born, further more, its a boy, my legacy, the next man of my house, the one to continue, my lineage." he replied.

"Now I don't have have to be extremely worried when I go to hunt, even if I died now, ill know that my family line, did not end with me, and that it will be continued." he continued in a relieved yet happy tone.

"Alright, but still you woke him with your laughter, Now go wash up, ill feed him" she said.

"Also what should we name him?" she continued.

"I will name him Jeffery, the same name that his grandpa had, he shall carry. " He said proudly, while restraining his urge to laugh out loud again.

"Ok, Jeffery it is, also go take a shower, your sweaty " said Mary as she carried Jeffery to a chair, and started to breastfeed him.

Knowing that his body still needed supplement to grow, he had no complaints as he quietly drink.

After 15 minutes he stopped, then he went back to sleep, he stopped not because he was full, but because he was like a bottomless pit, and continuing would hurt his mother.

Like this his Daily life of eating, sleeping and pooping, continued. When he pooped himself, he would cry, which relieved his parents, as he finally did something normal. Though he wish he could find a hole to hide in since he could not control it, he felt extremely ashamed. He hated having to fake cry, but he hated it even more since he could not control it.