Reincarnated to the Past 39: Interim (Patreon)

Reincarnated to the Past
Chapter 39: Interim

-VB-

Year 3 (Late Spring, 995 BC)

“He's a healthy boy!”

And then I was sitting next to Ureya, who laid tiredly on her birth bed with our firstborn boy in her arms and sucking her tits.

My- Our boy was … well, he was ugly. All the newborns were ugly. I’ve seen this before in this life and my previous life. But I just felt happy seeing my child and my wife together with me.

Accomplished.

And yet burdened.

Ureya pulled our baby from her tit when he burped (ugh, cute) and gently lifted him up in his bundle towards me.

“Say hi to your son, papa.”

I took him as gently and gingerly as I could. I spared no physical effort to do so, and when he was in my arms, he squirmed and cooed.

I sat there, just looking.

I …

I just sat there, looking and holding.

… I guessed that this was what most fathers felt when they held their first kid, huh?

-VB-

I spent a lot of time with Ureya and our son. It was apparently one of the tribe’s customs to not name the child until they passed their first year of age.

Infant mortality was a big thing, after all.

To that end, I put everything I knew to action. Washing hands? Check. Make a crib? Check. Pasteurizing goat milk? Check.

At the same time, I had to let my son get a little dirty once in a while as there were many diseases that would be fatal at old age but wouldn’t even cause a sniffle to a baby.

But just because I had a new baby didn’t mean that I could neglect my other duties. I had many duties as not only an influential member of the tribe but also a landowner.

The least of this was freeing the slaves that I’ve received from Mahk’s Kettin tribe. Some left, but those who stayed got loaned lands from me and were taught how to farm. My other slaves, the ones I received from among the prisoners of war, couldn’t be freed. Instead, I offered to match them with slave women if they wanted a family and land to farm. They would keep most of the produce they made, but would remain as slaves to me.

I got scolded for my generosity.

Because none of the now farming slaves wanted to remain in the piss and shit collection and fermenting business, I had to buy slaves to keep it up. Considering that I was known “good owner,” most of these slaves were just fucking happy I bought them. They weren’t as happy to know that their jobs involved piss and shit collection.

Having already taught the tribe how to make soap, I didn’t need to get my hands in on that business. Instead, I focused on the next power.

Yes, it was that time of the year.

I wanted a better body, because the body was the foundation for all things I should be able to do. If the body was weak, then I was weak. For that reason, I put time into exercising and training. As long as I got something related to the sword, muscles, or the body in general, I would be happy.

What also made me happy was that Ureya was a particular lover of muscles.

No less than two months after she gave birth to our son, she was dragging me into the bed after every time she saw me covered in glistening sweat that made my body shine.

I pretended to not notice the jealous stares of slave and free women Ureya got nor the smug look she had every time she met their eyes.

On the other hand, I  shot my own smug looks when other men glared jealousy at me. Oh, how they dismissed Ureya because she took up arms to hunt and fight. She hadn’t lost her figure, something not all women could boast about, and actually looked better these days.

The definition of a sexy MILF.

Except she was my wife.

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I took handfuls of her milk-laden breasts as Ureya bounced on top of me.

“Yes~! Yes~!” she moaned loudly as the bed creaked and groaned. “Alan, give me more~!”

She squealed as we came together, and pressed her tits on my chest and kissed me. I kissed her back before switching our positions with a turn, and pounded into her still tight and squeezing folds.

She mewled delightfully as she held onto me.

We spent half of the night making love.

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Yes, very jealous, they were.

Besides managing my estate, satisfying my wife, and taking care of the baby, I had one more big duty.

It was arguably the scummiest of duties.

Politics.

Because I was a part of the tribe and not its leader, I couldn’t just demand that the tribe go on a long expedition to subjugate a region outside of our usual neighborhood to secure the stability and safety of one small area of the neighboring regions.

This wasn’t the era where people thought very wide or big. A tribe’s world was what they saw and who they talked with. To the Kettin, that was the Wallachia Plains, bits of western Black Sea coasts, the northeastern steppes where the Scythians came from, and nothing more.

I went out each day, spending an hour or two, to try to convince as many of the tribe to let me - in simple terms - dictate the future of the tribe by attacking someone outside of their world.

Of course, the situation was more complicated than that, but that was the simplest way to put it.

I was actively trying to take a leadership role.

Fuck my life, right? I kept on telling Ghigari that I didn’t want to be the chieftain, but here I was, convincing people day after day that we needed to do something, which was what non-dictatorial chieftains did.

I, of course, went out of my way to explain to Ghigari why this was necessary, and the man agreed.

Which was why he only allowed those who volunteered to join me to take the fight to the Byzantions.

Once summer came, I would be marching to war, but I had less than three hundred fighters willing to join me, and that was after they had been guaranteed farm work with my slaves and the right to plunder and loot from the city of Byzantion and anyone else that might face us in battle.

I agreed to it all, but three hundred warriors would hardly defeat a city-state on their own. Even if I exercised my right as conqueror of Istria to get them to provide me with levies, I would be limited to maybe six hundred fighters. I also had to worry about supplies.

There were a lot of things I had to worry about, and spending my time talking with tribesmen, arranging transportation, and more took up time to arrange.

I just hoped that the Byzantions weren’t getting ready for a war of their own. I did kill off like a thousand able-bodied men, which should have crippled their ability to field citizen-soldiers.

Right?