My Daddy Hides His Power Chapter 321 - Side story Part 2 Chapter 17

Lilith wasn’t trying to stop Cheshire from coming home because she didn’t want to cook—it wasn’t about being too lazy to make lunch!

 

It was because she felt sorry that her husband, who was working hard outside, was coming home just to take care of her lunch, too!

 

‘D, daughter! My princess! Lilith!’

 

The husband does the cleaning, serves breakfast, and even comes home to make lunch…

 

Lilith said she’s not the kind of person who doesn’t lift a finger, but seriously—what has she actually done in this house so far?

 

Originally, she wouldn’t even have had the task of taking care of a newborn.

 

Anyway, after watching this far.

 

A daughter so precious he could have kept her in his eye without feeling pain, hoping she’d continue to be treated like a princess even after marriage… or so he had hoped!

 

He realized—she really was living exactly like that!

 

“Honey, I’m going to make pasta, is that okay?”

 

“Mhm~”

 

Lilith responded naturally to Cheshire’s voice coming from the kitchen.

 

‘Should I just think of it positively… that at least I married her off well?’

 

In truth, observing any further would only confirm how heavily the household chores were skewed toward Cheshire, and he’d probably just end up feeling sorry for his son-in-law. 

 

That’s it!

 

The newlywed couple observation log comes to an end.

 

* * *

 

A cozy kitchen table.

 

A plate of my favorite creamy pasta, loaded with bacon, was placed on the table.

 

“Thanks for the mea—whew.”

 

I felt embarrassed while holding the fork.

 

Of course, it was probably just my guilty conscience, but for a moment, baby Jamie’s eyes seemed to…

 

‘Wow, is she really doing nothing? Her husband’s out working, and he even comes home during lunch to cook for her? What does she even do at home?’

 

It was like he said that.

 

“Honey, let me use the kitchen as a human being.”

 

“Why?”

 

Oh, please! Stop that ‘why?’!

 

“I need to practice too, so I can improve my cooking skills. That way, on days like this, I can make lunch for my husband.”

 

Of course, Cheshire had told me in advance that he would be home for lunch, so I had time to prepare the meal.

 

‘Even if I do it, it’ll just be pasta straight from hell.’

 

I know my cooking skills well.

 

I can’t feed my husband pasta from hell after all his hard work, right?

 

“If anyone saw us, they’d think I’m some kind of princess. As a married couple, we should share the housework…”

 

While I was talking, I froze at the first taste of pasta that I inadvertently put in my mouth.

 

…It’s crazy delicious.

 

Cheshire, who was observing my expression with his chin resting on his hand, smiled.

 

“Do you hate living like a princess?”

 

“It’s not like I hate it. I just don’t want to live like a freeloader, that’s all.” 

 

“Why would you say freeloader? We did the big cleaning together and all, didn’t we?”

 

“Ha.”

 

Even in the midst of all that, the pasta was so delicious that I couldn’t stop.

 

“You’re eating well.”

 

“Ugh!”

 

So frustrating… I should’ve known back when we were kids and I asked him to draw with me—he ended up sketching some kind of 3D jellyfish. Cheshire really can do everything.

 

“It’s about time you got used to it, Lilith. Just let the one who’s better at it handle it.”

 

“So I should at least get better at cooking! Honestly, cleaning and laundry…!”

 

I turned around as I was talking.

 

I don’t know why I keep glancing at the baby who can’t even understand what I’m saying. Since the bedroom door where Jamie is was open, I lowered my voice and added.

 

“…You’re the one who does most of the cleaning and laundry too.”

 

“Rather than me doing it, it’s the magic tools that do it.”

 

Cheshire pointed his chin at the cordless vacuum cleaner leaning against the living room wall.

 

Is that all? The kitchen also has an induction stove and a microwave, and if you open the door to the utility room, there’s even a washing machine.

 

The latest home appliances born through the dazzling advancement of science and technology!

 

‘…Well, obviously not.’

 

They’re just mock-ups with only the appearance of real appliances.

 

But now that they’ve been engraved with magic formulas, they operate on the same principle—just by channeling mana into them.

 

“Thanks to the Lord of the Wizard Tower, I don’t have a single inconvenience.”

 

That’s right… All the furnishings in our newlywed home were provided by none other than the richest man in the country and the genius Lord of the Wizard Tower.

 

“Your hair gets vacuumed up, and the laundry’s done by the washing machine, right?”

 

Oscar, who received a sports car as a gift, became curious about what other modern inventions there were—and that was the beginning.

 

He may be a genius, but having lived his whole life in a world with underdeveloped science and technology, his imagination had its limits.

 

I found the genius caveman adorable, so I even drew pictures to explain everything to him in detail.

 

I didn’t know it then.

 

Little did I know—it was all part of Oscar’s grand plan to fully furnish our newlywed home!

 

‘Hhng… Master, I’ll be a good kid to you.’

 

Household appliances that run just by putting in mana, without electricity or gas.

 

Of course, it’s hard to commercialize because it costs a lot of mana.

 

“I just have to pour in some mana and turn it on. Nothing’s easier than housework.”

 

This doesn’t apply to my husband, who is a mana monster.

 

Of course, as a Primeline with no mana, I can’t use them either. I could power them with my lifespan, but there’s no way Cheshire would ever allow that. 

 

Oscar originally made them to help Cheshire with the housework in the first place.

 

“If you’re not going to hire help, don’t make Lilith do it—you take care of all the cleaning and laundry.”

 

“Yes, of course. Thank you. I will use it well.”

 

“I wanted to live like a princess, but I didn’t want to live like this without lifting a finger!”

 

If that’s the case, then I’d rather be the only one making money—but Cheshire didn’t have the option to quit working.

 

My husband was an irreplaceable key member of the military.

 

“Ugh.”

 

Sadly, the pasta continued to taste good, and before I knew it, my plate was cleanly empty.

 

“I’ll do the dishes, honey.”

 

I picked up the plate and got up. I forgot to tell Oscar about the dishwasher, and I won’t tell him in the future.

 

If I didn’t even do the dishes, I’d be tormented by the self-loathing of feeling like a total freeloader.

 

“Uh~? Don’t do that~?”

 

“Don’t do that~?”

 

In front of the sink. Cheshire, who was standing next to me, laughed out loud at my tone.

 

“…Good.”

 

Then suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed my cheek, mumbling.

 

What’s so good about this newlywed life where he takes half of the dishes I said I would do?

 

“I’m so happy I married you.”

 

“Tsk.”

 

Well… I liked it too. So there we stood, side by side, arms brushing as we did the dishes together. Just being together made me smile.

 

* * *

 

After doing the dishes, we each made a cup of tea and shared a quiet moment together. Then, Cheshire headed back to work.

 

And the freeloader…

 

“I should at least do a decent job with childcare… this is bad.”

 

…was making excuses in front of Jamie.

 

“Jamie, I’m sorry. Mommy really did buy everything—baby mat, mobile, rattles, all sorts of things—so I could play with you…”

 

I left Jamie with Oscar yesterday, and I went to the baby store downtown with Cheshire.

 

Late in the evening, I asked the owner who was just closing the shutters, and we bought everything we needed and decided to have it delivered today.

 

‘They said the staff has to come for an on-site visit to set up the mat anyway.’

 

So, the toys to play with Jamie are scheduled to arrive around 6 p.m.

 

Because Cheshire was worried about someone coming over while I was home alone, he scheduled the visit for after he gets off work.

 

“Mommy will play with you herself, then!”

 

I showed off my best tricks for Jamie—crossing my eyes and making a pig nose.

 

“Wahaha! Funny, right? It’s funny, isn’t it?”

 

“Byaaah… (Mmm, even making faces like that, our little princess is still so pretty…)”

 

“….”

 

Hmm, for some reason Jamie’s reaction is a bit lukewarm. Just one look and I can see his face looks a bit pale—something seems off.

 

I thought I knew why.

 

2. Don’t let someone else change your diaper.

 

I thought about the second request that Axion had given me from Dad. 

 

“Father, why number 2?”

 

“Jamie is very shy around strangers. Especially when someone unfamiliar tries to change his diaper—he hates it. So don’t leave him with anyone else. Ever.”

 

It was amazing. A baby who doesn’t know what’s going on?

 

But the world is big and there are many babies. There might be a baby who instinctively senses shame at the age of three months.

 

In fact, Jamie has only done it once since he was left with us.

 

“Jamie.”

 

Are you holding back?

 

“I heard you did it for the first time yesterday at Master’s house, and it’s already been over twelve hours since then. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to go during that short moment you were with Master, but you did. I guess he was still a stranger to you—but even so, you just couldn’t hold it in, huh?”

 

“….”

 

“By the way, Master is the man whose hair you pulled out yesterday. Isn’t Mommy’s face more familiar to you now?”

 

I became anxious and pleaded.

 

“Are you holding back? Then please don’t.”

 

Of course, if he ate only a little, he might not go—or not as much. But that doesn’t apply to Jamie. He’s been finishing all his formulas right on schedule. With that much in his system, it should be coming out by now.

 

“You’ve had milk four times since then. Do you know what humans do after they eat?”

 

Now, now, it’s time to pee!

 

“They poop! So please, go poop—hurry! I’m begging you!”