Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 32

Karlos was smiling the whole time he returned to the beach, his steps light but swift. He even gave the young men 30 pesos. It was 10 pesos more than he usually tipped them, something that made them happy.

His pace quickened as he carried his belongings with excitement. When he reached the house, the twins giggled while Maya tickled them on their soft, chubby bellies.

"Wife!"

Karlos was so excited that he dropped his belongings under the Kubo without even glancing at them and entered the house without restraint.

"Did something happen?" Maya was confused by his sudden entrance and burst of energy.

"I earned 18,000 pesos today." Karlos lowered his voice, but it was obvious he was excited. His blue eyes shone, mesmerizing Maya.

"You earned what!?"

Maya was so surprised that she stopped cuddling with the twins and sat upright.

"Here."

Karlos handed her the stack of money, proud of his accomplishment. Maya accepted it, surprised to find the cash crisp and new. So new it still had the distinct scent of freshly printed paper. Each bill was a crisp 1,000-peso note, fresh from the bank.

She counted them with growing disbelief and wide eyes.

Eighteen pieces of 1,000-peso bills.

18,000 pesos!

"How did you earn this? You caught a Leopard Coral Grouper and Yellowfin Tuna or something?" she asked curiously, clutching the bills, still unsure whether to be happy or suspicious.

She recalled how when she was young, her father had to spend two days at sea just to earn the same amount. And even then, it was a brutal process filled with risk and exhaustion. He also had to spend money on food and water to survive those two days.

But Karlos was different. His only expense was the fuel. He didn't even like eating the crackers Maya prepared for him every night because he was too focused on the sea to think about snacking. In that regard, Karlos had better profits and clearly much better luck.

"That's right! I caught two Leopard Coral Groupers and a Yellowfin Tuna! Then I sold them to a rich boss from a big yacht I encountered on my way back. He didn't even blink when I told him the price."

"... Tell me honestly, Karlos, you're not doing something illegal like trafficking drugs, right?"

Maya stared at him seriously, her eyes filled with equal parts concern and disbelief. Earning 5,000 pesos per sail was already overwhelming for someone like her, who had grown up by the sea and seen all kinds of "miracles." And now, her husband had brought home 18,000 pesos, something even more shocking.

"What are you talking about? Maya, do I look like I'm crazy!? I'm a law-abiding citizen." Karlos was offended by the accusation. He even frowned at her for accusing him wrongly.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry, I just want to make sure."

Maya realized she had said something hurtful. To fix it, she hugged Karlos... intentionally rubbing her breasts against his shoulder in a way she knew always melted him. It usually worked.

"I'm sowwy, you're not mad at me, right?" she said in the most adorable way she could muster, complete with a pout and teary eyes that made Karlos' feelings melt quickly.

He sighed and hugged her back as if all his frustrations were washed away in that single embrace.

"I'm not mad at you. How can I be? I love you too much."

Maya bit her lip slightly to hide her smile, her heart fluttering from the warmth of his words. She tried to control her lips from curling up. She really liked it whenever her husband professed his love for her. However, she knew the situation was quite sensitive to smile openly.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just worried that you're doing something that could endanger you. I was just so shocked when you said you earned 18,000 pesos. You also didn't bring a receipt. Besides, catching a Yellowfin Tuna is a very hard thing to do. I don't think your fishing rod can handle that kind of fish."

"I'm not lying. I really caught a Yellowfin Tuna and two Leopard Coral Groupers," Karlos replied with a serious expression, as if defending his honor in court.

"I believe you," Maya answered sincerely after a few seconds of quiet internal debate.

"You're a guy who's not good at lying," she added, poking his chest with a gentle finger.

"I'm sorry. You'll forgive your wife, right?" she gave Karlos the teary eyes again, just in case.

"I forgave you." Karlos sighed with a mix of surrender and amusement. He couldn't hold a grudge against his wife, not when she looked that adorable.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment that felt like the world had paused for them alone. The tension between them was heavy. They shared a passionate kiss filled with forgiveness and lingering desire. If not for the daylight and the lack of condoms, the couple might have shaboinked right then and there without hesitation.

Still, they shared a deeply intimate kiss and skinship that would linger in their memories all day.

They only stopped when they found Iñigo peeing his diaper, and Arabella followed suit in a synchronized sibling moment. The couple giggled at their kids' innocent expressions despite their dirty deeds.

Maya put the money in the secret compartment inside the cabinet.

"I believe you. I'm sorry for doubting you. I know you caught two Leopard Coral Groupers and a Yellowfin Tuna."

"Alright, I get your point. I'm not mad anymore." Karlos sighed. He might have been angry earlier, but Maya's kiss had erased his anger like waves smoothing the sand.

Maya stood up and changed the kids' diapers with practiced grace, humming softly.

As he watched his family, Karlos had an idea that made him raise his eyebrows in sudden realization.

"Babe, how about we buy strollers for the twins? They're getting bigger and harder to carry. If we had strollers for both of them, we wouldn't need to carry them anymore whenever we go to church. I went to the market a few days ago and saw a stroller that cost around 2,000 pesos. Do you think we should buy one or two?"

"Strollers?"

Maya paused and then looked at Iñigo, who was also staring at her with his usual curious expression, waiting for his diaper so he could get back to crawling.

"What do you think, Iñigo? Do you want a stroller?"

"Ma!"

Iñigo replied, causing the couple to freeze as if time had stopped.

Maya and Karlos stared at each other before looking at Iñigo, who was still waiting for his diaper.

"Iñigo? Did I hear that right? You called me Ma?" Maya's excitement bloomed with a growing smile she couldn't contain.

"Call me Mama again." She leaned down, waiting for her son's next word.

Iñigo frowned and slapped her face.

"Ga!"

"..."

Maya was disappointed and decided to change his diaper without holding out hope for another "Ma" today.

"I heard he called you Ma," Karlos said as he approached and stared at Iñigo, who was now back to crawling as if nothing monumental had just happened.

"Yeah, I heard it too." Maya changed Arabella's diaper with a sigh.

"Arabella, call me Mama," she tried with her daughter instead, hoping for a better response.

"Gu!" The little girl didn't even bother to entertain her mother and crawled away with an attitude that screamed independence.

Watching all this, Karlos decided to carry Iñigo and make the same request.

"Iñigo, call me Papa."

"Pa!"

"Haha, that's great. Papa loves you!" Karlos laughed out loud as his son answered correctly and lifted him into the air.

"My son can speak now! Say my name again," Karlos requested, gently holding him up.

Iñigo stared at his father and opened his mouth.

"Pa... Pa."

"My son..." Karlos grinned and showered Iñigo with kisses. The little boy giggled loudly, slapping his father's cheeks in delight.

"That's unfair." Maya witnessed the whole scene. She was jealous yet filled with warmth as she watched the two men in her life bond.

...

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It is better sending unfavorable children to military at least he have wages
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[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 33

"Iñigo, please call me Mama. Mama~"

She faced the little boy. Iñigo had no idea what was going on, so he said:

"Ga."

"Ga? What do you mean by ga? Is that how you call me? Ga?" She was so disappointed that her lips curled downward, and her expression turned melancholy.

As for Karlos, he was grinning with victory as if he had just won the lottery.

"My son calls me Papa." He was so happy that his chest puffed out proudly, and everything that had happened earlier was forgotten.

He raised Iñigo, and the little boy saw the ceiling from a new angle for the first time in his life. He felt like he could see everything while Karlos lifted him high.

"Pa!" he giggled in joy, kicking his feet wildly. The view from up high was amazing.

"I've decided. I'll buy you a stroller!"

"Pa!"

"Say it again!"

"Pa!"

Maya pouted as she watched their interaction. She couldn't believe Iñigo would say Papa more than Mama, especially when she had spent more time nursing and cuddling him.

"Well, at least he said Mama first." That made her feel better, if only just a little bit.

Once Karlos was done with Iñigo, he passed the little boy to Maya. She kept asking Iñigo to call her Mama, repeating it sweetly and patiently while tapping his nose with her finger, but Iñigo only replied with "ga" and "gu".

Since Iñigo had already called him Papa, it was time to ask Arabella the same question. He scooped up the little girl and faced her.

"Arabella, call me Papa. Your brother already called me Papa. You shouldn't lose to your brother."

Arabella glanced at Iñigo, who was currently being pestered by their mother, asking to be called Mama.

"... Ga..."

"Go on, call me Papa." Karlos waited for her response, smiling widely with his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Being called Papa by the kids felt amazing, like receiving the warmest hug on a cold day. It was just a simple word, but it healed his heart in ways no medicine ever could.

"Pa."

"Hahahahahaha! Arabella called me Papa!"

Arabella had no idea what was going on, but she laughed alongside Karlos because his laughter was so contagious.

"... Why?"

Maya asked herself as she watched Arabella call Karlos "Pa".

It was an incomplete word, but "Pa" meant something, and to her, it meant defeat. Now Maya was pouting sadly. She couldn't believe Arabella had also called Karlos Papa.

"I treat you guys well, and this is how you repay me?" She sighed in disappointment while shaking her head dramatically.

"Ga! Ga!"

Iñigo, who was in her embrace, called her urgently with his tiny voice. He was pulling down her dress, he wanted milk.

"After you call me Ga, you're asking for my milk?"

"Ga."

Iñigo was so adorable with his cheeks puffed and hands gripping her clothes that Maya had no choice but to breastfeed him.

"Even if you can't say Mama, I still love you so, so much," she muttered to Iñigo, who was currently nursing.

"Since you called me Papa, I'll also buy you a stroller!" Karlos announced with great enthusiasm as he showered Arabella with kisses.

The little girl was so happy, but that happiness vanished the moment she saw Iñigo being breastfed by their mother.

Without a moment's hesitation, tears gathered in her eyes, sparkling like tiny jewels, and she cried loudly.

"Waahh--! Waahh--!"

Maya shook her head as she braced herself for the chaos only twins could bring. Having twins was truly a tough job. She had no choice but to feed Arabella too. Karlos assisted by holding Arabella while she nursed.

The twins were getting heavy now that they were growing, and Maya couldn't carry them both at the same time, so Karlos had to step in.

Although the couple admitted that this kind of thing was awkward, it put them in close and funny positions because they had to stay still so as not to interrupt the kids.

"Babe, I'm thinking of buying two strollers. What do you think? Arabella and Iñigo would love it if they had strollers to lie on whenever we go outside," he explained, imagining their strolls under the afternoon sun, the kids content and relaxed.

"Alright. I'll prepare money for you. Are you going to ride a tricycle?"

"The market is quite far away."

"Then I'll give you 6,000 pesos later. Bring me back the change."

"Of course. I'll also buy five boxes of condoms."

"... Hm." Maya blushed and shyly nodded, avoiding his gaze as her heart skipped a beat. She already had an idea of what would happen later.

When the kids fell asleep while nursing, the couple placed them carefully and quietly into the crib as if placing rare treasures.

Karlos didn't sleep that day, even though his body begged for rest. After he ate breakfast, he went to the back of the house to set up a chicken coop.

He assembled the chicken coop far from the house so the kids wouldn't be disturbed by sudden clucks. He hammered nails into the bamboo he had chopped a few days ago.

He only needed a small chicken coop that could accommodate three hens, just enough to have fresh eggs every morning. Each hen had its own small room to lay eggs.

It didn't take long to finish thanks to his earlier preparations. After that, he decided to make four crab traps. He added mesh around the skeletons of the traps to make them secure and sturdy. The adult crabs couldn't escape, but the smaller ones could.

Fortunately, the bamboo he had was enough to make all four traps, with extra left over to fix their creaking floor. From 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., Karlos worked hard, sweat dripping from his brow.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep? You don't have to buy the strollers today. We can wait until tomorrow," Maya said with concern, seeing how exhausted he looked under the afternoon light. He had drunk the night before and still needed rest.

However, Karlos shook his head. He was determined to buy them today, like a man on a mission.

"I want to buy condoms."

"..."

Maya was speechless, but quietly pleased as her cheeks reddened slightly again.

"Alright. Since I can't stop you, here's the money. Come back quickly."

Maya handed him 6,000 pesos, and Karlos left after changing into clean, presentable clothes for the market trip. He rode a tricycle to the market, where all sorts of products were being sold. For clarification, the wet market and the market were two different places.

The wet market was close to their neighborhood, while the market was on the opposite side of town and required a longer commute.

He remembered a store that sold all kinds of baby products. It was still open, and he found the strollers, which cost 2,200 pesos each.

He checked them first to make sure the wheels rolled smoothly, he didn't want to buy anything flimsy. Satisfied, he handed over the money to the store owner.

"You're buying two?"

"I have twins."

"Ah, that explains it. I'll sell them to you for 2,000 each since you're buying two. Strollers are harder to sell compared to baby formula, pacifiers, and diapers. They take much spaces," the store owner said.

"That's great. Thank you so much. Then I'll also buy five packs of Cerelak."

"You know how to do business. I like that," the store owner grinned.

Karlos paid 4,500 pesos for everything. On his way back, he also bought five boxes of condoms...

 

[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 34

"Mama!"

"Aww, my baby can say Mama with no problem!"

Maya was overjoyed as she played with Iñigo, who could now call her Mama. His tiny hands reached up for her cheeks.

"You too, Arabella, call me Mama."

"Mama!" Arabella giggled and wobbly stood up like a small penguin.

"I love my kids so much. Mwah! Mwah!" She kissed the twins with rapid little pecks until both squirmed and laughed.

It had been two months since Karlos fixed the boat. Since then, he had been sailing to the sea almost every day, earning money.

Arabella and Iñigo were now 8 months old, and they could call their parents Mama and Papa with ease. Of course, their vocabulary wasn't great; they usually only said Mama and Papa, sometimes in rapid succession to get attention.

The twins were born on January 16, 2000, and after 8 months of being in this world, they were growing healthy and active, with curious eyes that seemed to study everything.

A few days ago, Arabella had even tried to climb out of the baby crib all by herself. Since then, the couple decided the kids no longer needed the crib. They now slept on bedding next to Maya and Karlos, where they could keep the little adventurers from causing trouble.

Because of that, Karlos and Maya's intimate moments decreased, the kids would make noise if they tried anything snu snu.

As the kids grew, they could now eat a wider variety of food. Maya fed them fruits and rice porridge. She no longer had to mash fruits for them. Their appetites were strong, and they would eat almost anything put in their mouths.

The radio in the background played a song, and Maya sang along softly, swaying as her warm, sweet voice blended with the music. She had an amazing voice that captivated the kids. They tried to follow her singing, but it usually came out as babbling and random noises with no sense of tune.

"Once Papa arrives, we will take you out for sightseeing."

Right as Maya said that, Karlos showed up carrying baskets and containers that clunked faintly. He placed them under the Kubo.

"Papa's here, kids! Say hi to Papa."

"Papa!"

"Pa!"

The kids listened to their mother and waved at Karlos, who wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a faint streak of sweat on his temple. He waved back at them.

"I'll be right back. I have to push the engine." Karlos grabbed a pushcart he had built a few weeks ago. Carrying heavy things was now easier thanks to it.

"Okay, I'll prepare breakfast."

Maya took out the strollers and parked them in front of the open kitchen, under the tarpaulin where the morning breeze could still reach them, but the harsh sun could not.

She put Arabella and Iñigo in their respective strollers and strapped them in securely, testing each buckle twice. She made sure they couldn't escape, they were getting far too mischievous.

Taking care of two toddlers was getting harder as they could move around faster now. Once, Arabella had nearly fallen from the two-foot elevated Kubo when she saw a cat outside.

Karlos had to make a barrier at the entrance, a makeshift bamboo fence, to ensure the kids couldn't escape even if the door was open.

Since then, whenever Maya had something to do, she strapped the twins in their strollers. Arabella especially was too naughty to be left free, treating every corner of the Kubo like her personal climbing wall.

Maya kept singing as she prepared breakfast. Today she was cooking beef stew, and the aroma was enough to make anyone hungry.

Arabella's nose crinkled as she caught the scent, her eyes lighting up.

"Mama! Ga! Mama!"

She could only say Mama, Ga, Gu, Ah, and Ha, but that didn't stop her from bouncing in her seat with excitement. Thankfully, she was strapped in so she couldn't do anything funny or dangerous.

"Dear Goddess, you always go crazy whenever there's food. Look at you, your cheeks are getting fatter. You just ate earlier, how fast is your metabolism?" Maya shook her head in amused disbelief, though her tone was more loving than scolding.

Maya sighed at her daughter, who was wiggling, twisting, and trying to free herself from the straps as if she were in a straightjacket in an asylum.

"Ga!"

Arabella cried out, clearly the glutton of the family and she was proud of it.

"Why don't you be like your brother? Iñigo behaves most of the time."

"Ga!"

Iñigo stayed quiet because he had already eaten earlier. Arabella had eaten too, but now her gaze was fixed on the cooking pot.

Maya was preparing the dishes when Karlos arrived with the pushcart, the engine and other belongings still smelling faintly of oil and seawater.

"Let's eat first. Don't mind Arabella; she already ate earlier."

"Ga!" Arabella cried, kicking in protest.

Karlos nodded and sat next to Maya. The two began to eat, but Arabella's constant cries forced Maya to feed her rice with a small piece of beef just to stop the rebellion.

When Iñigo saw his sister being fed, he started fussing too, not wanting to miss out. Now Maya had to feed him as well.

Karlos quickly finished his meal so Maya could rest. "I'll take care of feeding them."

"Alright."

Karlos took the bowl of rice and beef stew, cutting the beef into small pieces so the kids could chew without trouble. His kids rarely got stomach aches, but it was better to be careful. He kept an eye on Arabella's impatient hands reaching for the spoon.

He blew gently on the hot rice until it cooled, then fed Iñigo. He repeated the process for Arabella.

Maya watched quietly, her lips curling into a smile at the tender sight.

"They're done eating... They didn't even finish the bowl."

The bowl was still two-thirds full, but the rice scattered on the twins' mouths made it clear they had enjoyed what they did eat.

"Well, they already ate earlier. Just eat what's left."

"Alright."

Karlos finished the leftovers in a few big bites, barely a snack for him.

"Take them back to the house. I'm sure they want to move around after getting their fill. I'll take care of the dishes."

Once freed, the twins happily explored the wooden floor. Iñigo curiously eyed the engine in the corner, but Karlos quickly covered it with a tarpaulin.

"Don't go there, the engine smells bad."

"Pa!"

Karlos warned, and Iñigo replied before turning back.

"That's my son." Karlos tickled Iñigo's nose, making the boy scrunch his face.