"Okay," Rose opened the door, getting in, and extending her arms to take the little boy.
She made sure to close the door after exiting the room.
***
Pete's POV
This girl, Rose, was an interesting person.
It was understandable for me to talk to myself. I was a man in a baby's body.
She tended to do the same when she thought she was alone. Of course, I didn't count.
She would talk on and on about the boy she particularly liked, about times when she had to suffer a scolding from her father whenever she made a mistake taking care of the animals.
One day, she noticed that I tend to focus on her face as she talked to herself. I had no excuse; I was bored and sometimes her ramblings would include pieces of knowledge that I lacked.
I learned their language two months ago. I was a year and two months old now.
I can walk now. YES, I CAN WALK. A major victory?
It changed my world. No more being dependent on others, at least in the house.
A lot of good things happened as I grew up. I could now control my bowel movements to some degree.
I could spell a few words now, but the pronunciation was terrible. The most notable development was related to my brain.
I was in complete control all the time. No more shifting between adult me and baby me.
Anyway, as I was thinking. She noticed that I was actively listening to her whenever she rambled. Since then, she started to tell me her pet peeves.
I pitied her. Poor girl lacked friends, such that she was desperate enough to make a baby her conversational partner.
And thus, I gained my first friend. Another small win?
She was just talking to me while changing the mattress in my parents' room when we both heard Mother getting down the stairs.
It was early morning and I knew something was different about today. I was wearing a new set of clothing and so was my mother. Nothing fancy though. Colored dyes were expensive.
'Once I am self-sufficient, I will gift her dresses that would put royal dresses to shame in terms of design,' I decided to myself. After all, I was from the 21st century.
Soon I was in her arms.
"Ouf, you have grown heavier, child." She said, complaining before turning to Rose.
"Do you wish to come with us?" she asked, smiling. I agree, the girl complains a lot but she was equally hard-working.
"Okie," came the meek reply.
Oh, look at her blushing.
*** Narrator's P.O.V
"Woah careful, darling." Mariah patted her child's back to calm him down as he struggled in her embrace.
His head was resting on her shoulder, face positioned to look behind her. He would repeatedly look around before he finally settled into one position.
Peter looked around. The sky was dyed in the colors of pink, orange, and blue. The two visible moons in the sky made it seems more charming. The closest of them was a shade of red.
Once in a while, different flocks of birds would fly in one direction making sounds.
They were right outside of their house, letting him finally see how it looked from the outside.
Nestled amidst a verdant landscape, the two-story wooden abode stood proudly, its rustic charm exuding an air of tranquility and warmth.
Weathered oak beams crisscrossed along the exterior, supporting the weight of the structure and adding to its medieval allure. Each plank was hewn meticulously by skilled craftsmen.
At ground level, the facade was adorned with a stout wooden door. The windows, devoid of glass, were fashioned with wooden shutters, easily swung open to welcome the gentle breeze or closed tight against the chill of the night.
Above, the second level extended slightly beyond the ground floor, creating a modest overhang that provided shelter to the entrance below.
Along the eaves, a thatched roof of golden straw completed the picture, its undulating lines harmonizing with the surrounding landscape.
Beyond the house, a quaint garden unfolded, a riot of colors and fragrances orchestrated by nature's hand.
Lush greenery bordered the perimeter, interspersed with bursts of vibrant blooms – roses, lilies, and daisies dancing in the gentle breeze.
Stone pathways meandered through the verdant expanse, inviting wanderers to explore its hidden treasures.
In the distance, the sound of a bubbling brook provided a soothing backdrop, while the nearby silhouette of ancient forests whispered secrets of bygone eras.
This was his home. It took some time before Peter was able to look away from the house to see anything else.
He noted that their house was quite close to the forest full of trees likely hundreds of years old.
The forest ended up at some fair distance from the house and a grassland started as far as his eyes could see.
The house was made in the very grassland and they were slowly moving away from the house.
The grass was only big enough to reach a height of 15 to 18 centimeters by his estimates. They were walking along a well-trodden path in the middle of the grassland.
At some point, farmlands replaced the grasslands on both sides of the road. People were seen working in the field and if they noticed them, often they would be met with waves and a smile.
Peter saw one man dragging a multi-pronged plow through a section of empty field so effortlessly that he wondered if he was dreaming.
The plow was digging deep inside the earth and likely required three bulls to move according to his common sense.
That was not the only thing that looked out of place. In another field, he spotted two women diligently cutting matured crop plants.
They would cut them and then pass the bundle to other women who would separate the useful part of the plant from the portion that was not needed. It was all collected in one place.
Once the bundle was big enough, a woman pointed her open palm to it and muttered something. A ball of fire materialized in thin air before it flew to fall into the bundle to ignite it all at once.