Chapter 51 Conclusion of first year

“I’m pregnant.” Sarah said as she sheepishly bit her bottom lip. I wasn’t being particularly careful, so it didn’t come as that much of a surprise. With how much sex the five of us were having(Leaf pulled me aside every few days) during winter, I’m honestly surprised Cherry and Tems didn’t get pregnant again. We started prepping the bundles again, but even now, Maxwell said there were already plenty of copycat products out there, so we might need to lower the price for them all to sell.

A suggestion came from an unlikely person. Clay, the bodyguard, I thought was homeless, offhandedly mentioned. “Some farms name themselves and also name their product so people know what they’re getting.” It made sense, I think I've seen a similar brand of honey that had a honeycomb-designed jar. The mead they sold also had that particular name and symbol tied to it.

That brought about the next question… What should we name our farm? Many people name it after their last name. I wasn’t going to follow the crowd; I needed to stand out, so there was no Drizzle farm. What was the point of naming a farm and making a symbol? It was to show what makes your product different from the dozens of other similar products.

What was different about my farm? Quality, but Quality Farm sounded… Cheap? It sounded too generic. I spent the better part of a day writing down names similar to Quality. Luxury Farm, Premium Farm, First Rate Farm, but none of them fit. Prime Farm would be fine if I were selling a single product, like a sweet juice, not for multiple products.

No, I determined I couldn’t go with a well-known term, or that would be the only thing people would think of. Ultra-Lux is what I ended on; it was straightforward, and people could infer that it meant ultra luxurious, but it was unique enough to stand out from all the one-word Farm names and symbols. The hyphen made it stand out even more than just having it two words, Ultra Lux just didn’t make as big an impact as Ultra-Lux.

I left designing our symbol up to Olivia, as she was the partner to the better products we produced. Sure, I could probably cut her out at this point and bring in Sarah, the quality drop wouldn’t be that dramatic, but that was the entire point of the product. I was going for the highest quality possible with my products, and giving away half of the money earned through those products to retain the quality was something I deemed necessary to retain my brand.

I reached twenty-five again, but decided to go for another level fifty skill first. It was nearing the end of the first month when Silk had her water break. It was months earlier than a human, but I was told it was normal for cross-breeds like her to have that extra bit of wonkiness when they gave birth. Tems gave birth at four months and Silk at seven.

There had been so much happening when Tems gave birth that I didn’t have the time to panic; that wasn’t the case with Silk. I was full-on panicking, and there was nothing my other wives could say to calm me down. I didn’t care that statistically, nothing bad would happen. Silk had higher stats than the average person, even higher endurance than Tems, who gave birth in far worse conditions.

We didn’t have a healer with full mana or an orc midwife to help with the child at the time. She may have had a non-combat class, but she was uncommon, which made her stats high enough that she could fight on par with the other combat classes. Everything should go right this time, because we had more going for us, but I still couldn’t help but worry.

I paced back and forth as I felt like I was going to puke the entire time. My heart beat almost out of my chest as I had to leave to get air. I thought I was in a good enough space to enter the room where Silk was giving birth, and I passed out. When I woke up, everything was over. Apparently, it was one of the easiest births Roka or Berry had to deal with.

I was brought into the room at the inn where  Silk was. She didn’t look like she had just given birth. No… She looked radiant, like she was somehow even healthier than before she gave birth. It was odd to see, but not an unwelcome surprise.

I knew I was overworried about the situation, but it’s one thing to know it, and a completely different thing to not worry. I rushed to see the baby and was surprised by what I saw. Curly, brownish blonde hair already sat atop his head. For the briefest of moments, I had a flashback to my grandfather, I could only remember his hair, his silhouette, so blurred that nothing else stood out.

I couldn’t remember anything about my parents, they died so long ago I couldn’t even remember their silhouettes… Only emotions from them. Warm and happy from my mother, cold and strong from my father. So why could I remember my grandfathers, whom I met while my parents were still alive? I wasn’t sure, I did remember one more thing about him, though. His name. “His hair reminds me of my grandfather… Samson.”

She smiled. “Well, we can name him Samson, but I get to pick his middle name. Baron Von Cutieface.” “Maybe we just go with Samson Von Drizzle instead.” Her tail wagged as she was somehow more bashful. I hadn’t seen the cutesy side of Silk very often. The unabashed smile as she stared down at our child was intoxicating. It made her the most beautiful she’s ever been in my eyes.

We made our way home and began to relax, Silk holding our new child while I held Hamy and Niel. Both were little hellions who got into everything, but it was one of the rare cases where they were both tired at the same time, allowing us to just sit in peace. I smiled before realizing something. This was the same day I showed up at the village last year.

My journey began a year ago, and looking back, I couldn’t believe everything that happened in a single year. I went from being a broke farmer with nothing to my name. To one of the richest people in the town, not only with my own home, one of the biggest in the village, but also four wives. One of which was the mayor’s half-elf daughter.

If I did become an adventurer, I wouldn’t have made it, burning out far before I would compared to farming. I couldn’t believe my luck. Just a year ago, I was starting my journey, and I was stronger than most adventurers would be at the year mark, along with everything else I gained. I pulled Silk into a kiss as my other wives made their way home, and we had a delicious meal. A meal that came from my own produce, something that I could have never had if I had been an outright adventurer.

I felt beyond lucky. I felt blessed. It was unreal how happy I was, and my life would keep getting better. I just had to take a break every once in a while like this. I couldn’t focus only on earning more money, leveling my class, or getting stronger. I had people I cared for, and spending time with them was just as important to me as everything else now. I just had to listen to myself and not get wrapped up in my new projects, like crossbreeding peppers or adding a flamethrower function to the Mark Two version of the golem.