Sensing the baby squiggling in her arms, Andrina woke up from Alist's tossing and turning about as if the child struggled to be released from her enclasp.

Saddened by this action, she lovingly patted the baby on her back and rocked the baby to sleep once again.

"It's okay. Hushh…it's okay. You must be having a hard time, hmmm? This time, I won't let you go. You and your little limbs are within my grasp."

Andrina then squeezed the child Alist to her well-endowed chest.

All the more did the toddler struggled and wailed loudly.

'Mommmieeee?!!!! I can't breathe! I haven't got a single idea on how to eliminate Raven and here I am suffocated by my own mother. Oh shit! I feel like someone's throwing invisible daggers at me. Where did that come from? And come to think of it, where's Kyan…no, Daddy?'

Just as she was going to turn her head towards the direction of her paranoia, poor Alist was hurled into the air.

"Little baby, where are you looking at? Are you looking for your father? Don't worry. I sent him away. It's your father's fault for keeping me away from you. After all, mothers should be closest to their children. He is currently reflecting on his actions and sleeping in the guest room."

Alist rolled her eyes and whimpered like an injured cub.

'Liar! Daddy is peeking at us from that tree. I could even imagine his sour face glistening in moonlight and howling like an injured alpha calling for his mate to nurse him to health. Tsk! It turns out that I'm interfering in their drama.'

The mother continued playing with her child so that they both will get tired and return to their beauty sleep but they remained quite energetic.

Left with no other choice to coax the baby, Andrina sang her a soothing lullaby.

"Oh I say 'Good night' to thee. 'Til we meet again at morning's dawn. By the fated lovers' tree. There we wait for the gloom to begone…"

Alist then doubled the imaginary fireflies flitting in a roundabout motion in her mind as she praised her mother.

'Aahhhhh…if Mommy's song were streamed in my previous world, it would have ended up in Spotify®'s Baby Sleep playlist. Maybe even more than that! I mean, just look at how she hits the notes high and well with nothing off-key.'

Once again, the moonshine made its way into the bedroom.

But a swift figure that leapt from the tall overshadowed tree beat the light to it and silently appeared next to Andrina's side, wrapping his arms around his wife's supple waist.

Kyan Glassheart's deep and husky voice rang in his wife's left ear. "Rina, I've thought about it already. I'm sorry that I didn't have a good self-control yes— the other days as well."

Andrina, not bothering to face him, played along with his agony. "Mhmm, what else?"

"I was wrong for not spending more time with Alist and I should have taken a more extended time-off from the wharf since the day she was born. I also should have aided you more in looking after our baby's health…"

Starting from that apology, the father's begging lasted for a barrage of fifty sentences more just to convince his unyielding wife for permission to sleep with them.

Their daughter Alist, on the other hand, squinted off to the edge of the bed hoping to be further away from the moaning and mooching.

'Haaaaaah…perhaps it is too late to wish for ear muffs as a must-have transmigration travel item.' Alist sighed, wanting to leave them to their 'private' display of affection.

Seeing that their bickering bothered the baby, Andrina pulled Alist back into her arms.

"Kyan, do you remember why we named her Alist?" Andrina asked, reminiscently.

"I do." Kyan replied as if it was an answer to a wedding vow. "We were in the middle of thinking a fantastic name for our newborn child and we were walking on that jetty next to our small yet humble boat."

"But then, you saw Marlin and Maren's two fishing boats. It was windy at that time and the boats rocked from side to side. That's when you saw the boat leaning into the other."

"You asked for what that 'ship act' was called and I answered that it was the sailor's term 'alist'. "

Alist, who forgot the idea of transmigration ear muffs, listened intently to a new bedtime story.

Kyan paused for a while then continued. "You said that our daughter may get hurt a lot and she will get scared too. You wanted her to lean into us when she feels tired. You wanted her to lean into us when she has no one else to rely on. You wanted Alist to stay 'alist' on our shoulders."

"'Stay alist, stay leaning.' 'Stay alist, stay.' Rina, you uttered those words in the hope that our daughter will remain happy by our side."

"But ever since those days we felt that the water was somehow calling her out of our embrace, it may mean that there's probably a great journey waiting for her. And I think she is growing up strong and beautiful just like her mother. After all, you were the one who raised her well."

A moment of silence filled the moonlit room until the stillness was broken by Andrina's weeping.

"Huhuhu…I just felt that we couldn't spoil Alist any longer. I mean, children grow up so fast and most of what parents wished for the child cannot all be fulfilled. Perhaps, she wasn't meant to be with us for long—"

The wailing mother was interrupted by a gentle shush of her husband. "Rina, I believe we have established a family motto, right?"

Andrina sniffled a reply. "Waste no tears."

"That's right." Kyan affectionately patted his pitiful wife's fair head. "Because tears are very precious waters. You should waste not a even single drop of tear on unreasonable worries except on real grief, on real happiness, and…"

He then bit on Andrina's ear slyly. "…on me."

Before his wife could even protest, Kyan continued. "So, there is nothing to worry about. We've even witnessed an incredible miracle when little Alist did a Water Jet out of the lake and she's only eight-months old."

"If we're going to think like this, we might as well prevent her from reaching her full magical potential but that is selfish. The best thing we could do is to give her what she wants and needs, or 'spoiling' as you said so yourself. I'm not worried in any way that's similar to your concern but we should wait for Alist to grow up and see whether she will live up to her name or she will unknowingly toss it aside. That's when you should be really worried."

Only after hearing those eloquent and soothing words flow into her ears like waves of an ocean did Andrina stopped crying and finally fell asleep with her face on her husband's broad chest.