A loud scream escaped the Tao mansion.
"Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SPIRIT WILL YOU STOP CRYING!" Ren nearly let out a tear, noise was not his forte but the high pitched scream was killing him.
"Ren! Don't moan at him it's not his fault!".
"Yes it is! It's coming from his mouth!"
"Have you tried feeding him?"
"Yes."
"Burping him?"
"Yes."
"Changing him?"
"YES! HAVE DONE EVERYTHING!"
"Clam down Ren."
"How can I clam down?! I haven't slept in like 5 days and this by the noise of this thing it could be mistaken for a cat getting cut but Kujang [1]!"
A quick slap went to the back of Rens head, painfully.
"Give him to me."
"Fine fine. Here, take him".
Immediately the baby began to calm down.
"How the hell do you do that?!"
"I'm his mother what do you expect."
"I expected a quick death by an ear rupture."
"That's not nice, and why would you still be alive? You seem to be one for the whole dyeing thing, Mr weak Warrior..."
"Hay! It was only 3 times, and soooorry for not having as much mana as the rest!"
"Ha-ha, do you know how fun it is to wind you up?"
"Mmm, I've been told quite entertaining until I get the Kwon Dao out, then they run. You know if they are going to have fun with me it should work visa versa." Ren planted hands on the hips of his wife and kissed her on the forehead.
"Mmm, well, he's asleep and I have just had my fun with you... Would you like to have fun with me now?"
"Hmm, that does sound like fun." Ren planted another kiss on his wife, but this time on the lips.
"I'll just put him to bed and see you in our room, okay, love you Cocotte[2]."
"Love you too, Jeanne."
Oh, what silence can do.
[1] A weapon in the Middle East. Look it up, it's scary
[2] French, because Jeanne is French. Means;
casserole
hen
stewpan
darling
love
honey
painted lady
It could also mean prostitute. Haha.