I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

Today is an unusual day for the port mafia. The burly men wearing black sunglasses and holding submachine guns stand straight at their posts, waiting for news from the hospital. Only their trembling fingertips betray their nervousness.

Today, their leader is giving birth.

Sorry, the chief’s wife is about to give birth.

The conscientious office worker Nakahara Chuuya was pacing near the delivery room of the hospital. When he saw someone coming out, he immediately chased after them and asked, almost scaring the nurse to tears.

"How is our leader? Is he still alive? Is the lady okay?!"

The nurse tried to comfort him: "Calm down, family members! I'm just here to take turns!"

The story begins from the moment when my wife failed in playing games in the delivery room, and she couldn't bear it anymore, angrily threw the game console, covered her belly and cried out in pain.
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In order to have a good delivery environment, I bought the best obstetrics and gynecology hospital in Yokohama.

Having a baby is troublesome, it’s better not to have it a second time. Also, I want a little cotton-padded jacket, don’t give me a black-hearted jacket.

Why should my wife, a young and beautiful woman, suffer such a thing?
Lying on the luxurious hospital bed, chewing an apple peeled by Dazai Osamu, playing games intently while enjoying the air conditioning, I thought so and sighed deeply, lamenting that it is not easy to be a mother for the first time.

Dazai Osamu was busy running around and made me more nervous than I was. If you didn't know him, you would think he was having a baby. He would run to a children's clothing store and buy me a bunch of pink dresses and ask me if they looked good. Then he would buy a bunch of milk powder for himself to drink. Sometimes he would hold my hand in the middle of the night and ask me if I would abandon him after having a baby, and he would cry more sadly than I did.

I:"???"

Bro? Are you suffering from prenatal depression???

So I hired three psychologists to take turns counseling Dazai Osamu. As a result, Dazai Osamu did not get better, and the three doctors became depressed. The depressed little Dazai Osamu curled up in my arms pitifully, sobbing and jealous at the air.

I comforted him: "Zai, you are the cutest. I won't mind if you become an ugly husband after giving birth to a child."

Dazai Osamu's eyes were filled with tears: "Madam, you really do love me."

I agreed with him: "Yes, peel two apples for me later, and then go buy my favorite caramel pudding and the new Jump."

Don’t forget it after you’ve cried.

The moment Dazai Osamu ordered Nakahara Chuuya to run errands, the next second my game failure voice came along with contractions of pain. I screamed and grabbed Dazai Osamu's arm, and Dazai Osamu also screamed and cried, "Oh shit, it hurts so much!"
The bell rang, and Dazai Osamu and I were pushed into the delivery room while crying by the doctors and nurses who came after hearing the noise. They couldn't separate the two of us who were crying our hearts out, so they could only cheer us up. The nurse at the very edge even held up a glow stick.

"Chief, take a deep breath, it won't hurt! Just bear with it and it will pass. Don't hold your breath!"

"Madam, the leader is dying, please take it easy!"

"Ah! Chief, don't give up on yourself. Someone, come, the chief is fading, hurry up and color it up!"

“Madam! Stop pulling, the leader’s arm is coming out! No, it’s going to fall off!”

The lights in the delivery room made me dizzy. My stomach felt like a mackerel was fighting a slug for three hundred rounds. There was also a ghost howling beside me. It made me feel upset just listening to it. Ahhhhh, may the world be destroyed!

However, listening to Dazai Osamu's crying, I suddenly felt no pain at all. My stomach felt warm and the pain from the kick that almost killed me was also reduced. I thought about it and pinched the flesh on my hand hard again. Hmm? It really worked!
My eyes lit up when I got the incredible information. The crying Dazai Osamu thought I was crazy from the pain, so he grabbed my hand, holding his arm that was about to be broken by me, and stopped crying immediately.

Dazai Osamu, who was actually terribly afraid of pain, smiled in relief on his painful face and righteously stretched out his other arm: "Oh, Madam, you can pinch it, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all."

But you've already cried several times!

It's true that I'm not moved. Dazai Osamu sacrificed too much. My eyes were filled with tears and I pinched harder. Dazai Osamu held back his tears and said that it didn't hurt at all. He held my hand and said a lot of things, intermittently, and even cried softly. I knew that he really tried his best.

I nodded, then smiled and said, "Dazai, even though you look miserable when you cry, you are really a man."

Osamu Dazai: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, ma'am~"

Me: “So can you please go out, you’re being too noisy.”

Osamu Dazai: "???"

Compared to us showing off our love in the delivery room, Zhong Yuanzhong outside the door was very quiet. He walked back and forth several times with a frown on his face. The new nurses who came and went comforted him.

"It's okay, it's always like this the first time, don't worry, my wife and child will be safe."

Nakahara Chuuya covered his ears and closed his eyes in agony: "But the leader has been screaming for a long time, is giving birth so scary?!"

The delivery room was opened, and the worried Nakahara Chuuya hurried over. It was the leader who was blinking his oval eyes and crying and begging to stay, twisting on the bed like a caterpillar.

Nakahara Chuuya rushed over: "Is Madam okay? Where is the child?"

"The baby hasn't been born yet. The husband is too noisy. The wife asked us to throw him out, saying that men will only affect the speed of her childbirth."

"Mmmm!" No, I can do it, I can do it! Let me stay and continue! Dazai Osamu was tied up on the bed, with a bandage stuffed in his mouth. He stared at the door of the delivery room without giving up. The nurse pushed him to the operating room next door for orthopedic surgery coldly.

Nakahara Chuuya, who witnessed everything, was moved: "Dazai, I admit that you are half a man."

By the way, in the mind of Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu's fighting power was only 0.5 of a mackerel, which could only make a splash with a flick of its tail.

Finally, the baby came out, but Dazai Osamu did not come out of the operating room next door. I heard that the doctor specially injected double anesthesia to make Dazai Osamu unconscious.
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The moment I was pushed out and opened my eyes again, I turned to the nurse and asked, "Where's Dazai?"

The nurse poured me a glass of water and said, "The father and child are safe. The husband is next door. The child's hair looks a lot like yours."

Aho-maru is the last bit of stubbornness.

She pulled open the curtains that separated them. The tortured Dazai Osamu was in a plaster cast, his face ashen, and he muttered, "My wife didn't dislike me, how could I lose my status in the family? I am the cutest..."

It’s over, I have postpartum depression after giving birth!

Dazai Osamu, who was wandering alone, saw me and his eyes lit up, his mouth drooped, and he made a hugging gesture with his plaster-wrapped hands with a wronged look. The nurse, who was very observant, immediately put our two beds together, and Dazai Osamu successfully hugged me.

He rested his head in the crook of my neck: "Ma'am, am I useless?"

I hugged him tightly: "No, Dazai is the most reliable man."

We looked at each other affectionately. The nurse, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, sighed and quietly went out to close the door for us.

Dazai, who looked like a cat drenched by rain, shrank slightly, a blush appeared on his adorable face, and he spoke expectantly, "Then, Madam, can you…"

I closed my eyes and kissed him, and was immediately responded with even more enthusiasm.

Five minutes later, I coughed and said, "Don't worry, you are the cutest in my eyes. I have thought of a name for the good kid."

I put my hands on my hips proudly and said, "Just call me Little Curry. Don't you like curry very much?"

"Madam..." Dazai Osamu was surprised and slightly widened his eyes, which were covered with a layer of mist. Then he hugged me in his arms and rubbed me with great enjoyment. "What a good name, you are worthy of being Madam."

"Right! I've even thought of a name. Coffee is good, too. Don't you like it?"

“…Well, let’s order curry!!!” Dazai Osamu was very excited for some reason and immediately made the decision for his child.

Dazai Osamu, a wife-slave, decisively sold out his own child to make his wife happy. Cheating his son was nothing, when he got ruthless he would even cheat himself.

I am in good physical condition and am full of energy now. Due to Dazai Osamu's physical condition, he was very stubborn and said that he was fine. Finally, we decided to be discharged from the hospital and go home. When I drove Dazai Osamu back to our warm little home, I always felt that something seemed to be wrong.

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The forgotten nurse holding her baby in the hospital, Nakahara Chuuya: "???"

"Where are the people?" "Did they run away?"

"Hey, no way—"
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About raising children series
"stare----"

"stare----"

In the cozy living room, an adult and a child stared at each other refusing to admit defeat, and their similar faces showed disdain for each other.

Dazai Osamu pointed at the little dress on the floor and asked, "Would you like to wear it?"

Baby said indifferently: "That's for girls to wear."

Dazai Osamu picked up the little skirt and said as a matter of course: "Who said that boys can't wear skirts? Let me wear it!"

The baby retreated in disgust: "Dirty adult, are you a lolita complex?"

"Shut up, who told you to be a black-hearted jacket? Caramel Sauce obviously wants a little cotton jacket, so that she will be happy!"

The black-haired, iris-eyed little Curry frowned, clapped his hands on the floor, and tried to stand up with his short legs. He stood with his hands on his hips and questioned in a baby voice his old father who had worked so hard to raise him.

"But mom likes me, so who cares about dad? He's not as cute as me anyway."

Osamu Dazai: "!!!"

Ignoring his father's increasingly dark complexion, the three-year-old Curry reached out as a matter of course: "I want to drink milk."

“…You want to drink milk? Okay~” Dazai Osamu sneered.
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When I got home from get off work, the room was in a mess, as if the Japanese had raided the village. My wronged son saw me and ran towards me. I hugged him with heartache.

"Baby, mommy is so worried about you, what's wrong?"

My son's chubby face was full of grievance. He bit his fingers, lowered his big watery eyes, turned his head to look behind him, seemed to be hesitating whether to say anything or not, and his little face became more and more wilted.

"No, Mom." The strong son tried hard to smile, looking pitiful.

When I saw it, I thought it must be Dazai Osamu bullying my lovely son. My face darkened. Seeing this, my son quickly grabbed my hand.

"Mom, it's not like that. Dad is just too hungry, so he drank up all my milk." His small body exudes reliability, and the hair on his furry head flutters in the wind. He stands stubbornly and cutely takes out a small rope from his pocket. "And Dad also taught me a game that can exercise my cervical spine."

Holding the small rope, my face became worse and worse.

Is this a human thing to do? I work so hard in Hong Kong. I work illegally to support my family. Not to mention that Dazai Osamu has brought up bad children at home, he even snatched their milk. He is such a bastard. This cannot be tolerated!
Pulling Little Curry, I bumped head-on into someone who was holding a fruit plate and wearing a yellow duck apron, and black air was coming out of my mouth on the spot.

Little Curry handed me a chicken feather blanket and fanned me eagerly with a small fan.

"Caramel sauce, I'll give it to you, ok?" Dazai Osamu was stunned. He glanced at his son with a bright face standing behind his wife and immediately understood that people are evil. But how could a child star who just debuted compare to an Oscar winner?

"Caramel sauce, I was wrong. It was my son who refused to let you wear the little skirt." Dazai Osamu changed the subject and brought the topic to the child in a pitiful manner. He smiled smugly at my glittering eyes and handed me the little skirt.

The son, sensing something was wrong, turned and ran, but was caught off guard by the back of fate's neck.

“No————” The son flapped his arms and legs in the air, watching the pink skirt getting closer and closer.

I’m sorry, Mommy really…really wants to see the little boy wearing a skirt!
Satisfiedly putting away the camera, I waved my hand and forgave Dazai Osamu. Only my son, with a red face, stared at Dazai Osamu without saying a word, grabbing his clothes with his little hands, steam coming out of his head, and his little mouth opening and closing.

You, wait,

What's the point of being jealous of your own son? She wishes she could follow her mother 25 hours a day and watch him wait until his father gets old and then remove the oxygen mask from him, and then hire professional black people to carry the coffin, play "Good Luck" on the speakers for three days and three nights, cover the coffin with a cloth, play the suona, and invite everyone in Yokohama to a feast.

The smiling Dazai Osamu was disdainful. He was too lazy to make a move because her rank was too low. He immediately carried his wife back to the bedroom and applauded for love.

He didn't forget to return a provocative look.

Little Curry: “!!!”

In fact, I can see: "..."

Tired.
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These two, big and small, fight openly and secretly, but in fact, they can kill people by working together.

Little Curry has had an IQ that is out of line with ordinary people since he was young. He is always unwilling to play with other children and plays games by himself. I have always been worried that he will become autistic, so I secretly climbed over the wall in the kindergarten to observe which ungrateful person dares to bully my son.

Think about it, his physical skills are as touching as his father's, he is arrogant and awkward, and likes to play tricks on people. He is a typical cold and aloof academic master. What if he is bullied?
As a result, I found that my son, who seemed so weak in my eyes, easily broke the facilities of the kindergarten and coldly pointed out the various shortcomings of the fat boy in front of him. The double attack of physical attack and verbal attack was unbearable for anyone.

So, he became the boss of the kindergarten, and there was no one within a ten-meter radius around him.

Sorry, I forgot about the supernatural power that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. Aho-ge and supernatural power coexist.

The teachers who came after hearing his voice were deceived by his appearance. In addition, he was so good at talking that he made the teachers so happy that no one pursued the matter.

Later, I learned that this was taught to him by Dazai Osamu.

But I am still worried that he has no friends. What should I do if he has no friends? I don’t want him to become a poor adult like Dazai Osamu who has no friends and tries to be strong on his own.

I called Chuuya and asked him to pick up little Curry on a cool motorcycle. Kids all like Ultraman and Transformers. Motorcycles are boys' dreams, and my son can definitely do it.

As a result, he called me that day and said that all the children were scared and crying, and he forgot that there was a row of black lizards following him.

I completely gave up the idea of ​​spying on my son's school life.

Until one day, I was watching TV at home, and little Curry came home from school covered in dust and with a heavy mood. He covered his dying hair with his hands, and there was a fire in his eyes that could not be ignored, indicating that he had encountered a strong enemy. He went back to his room and closed the door. I was confused, and Dazai next to me seemed to be thinking about something.

"You must have met some friends, what a happy occasion, ma'am." His eyes lit up, and he looked at me affectionately, "The troublesome little bastard has finally stopped. This way, my ma'am and I have more time for the two of us."

Honey, are you sure? Your son is like a rookie fighting and both sides are hurt! Even his hair is wilted!

My son, who came out to eat after seclusion, stared at the coffee in front of his father with deep hatred. Suddenly he looked up and asked me with tears in his eyes: "Mom, which one do you like, curry or coffee?"

"???"

"What about curry and pears?"

"???"

Honey, these species are all different!

I was stunned and tried to signal Dazai with my eyes, but Dazai just smiled and said nothing, looking like he was enjoying the show. It was clear that he was trying to trick his son, so I could only follow my heart: "Mom likes caramel pudding."

Little Curry: “…”QAQ
This makes you feel even more wronged. You look like you're about to cry!
In the end, it was Dazai Osamu who stepped in. The old and the young were discussing something in the room. This harmonious father-son relationship, is it true that only men can understand men?

With his father's support, the son regrouped, but the other party also had his father's support, and in the end it became a confrontation between Dazai Osamu and the other man's father. The father became more and more happy, and the child became more and more humble, watching the big guys fight from afar and huddling together tremblingly.

In order to show that he was different from Dazai Osamu, the poor child tied a bandage on his right eye. He showed even more signs of his chuunibyou syndrome. He went out early and came back late every day, arguing with Dazai Osamu, but he was defeated miserably.

Finally, the child with his self-esteem hurt told me crying that he should sell his father to a pet store because mackerel was very popular and he decided to sell him at a low price.

"Woo, woo, woo, mom, is 300 yen enough? If not, let's release the mackerel to Uncle Chuuya next door!"

(End of this chapter)