As the sun rose on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the verdant landscape, a chorus of birdsong filled the air. Nestled in a valley surrounded by rolling hills, in  a village that was alive with activity. And in the heart of the village, a newborn baby cried out, signaling the arrival of a new life.

The parents of the baby were overjoyed, their hearts overflowing with love and gratitude as they held their precious child in their arms. It was a moment of pure joy and magic, a moment that they would cherish forever.

Mary lay in the birthing bed, exhausted but exhilarated as she gazed down at the tiny bundle in her arms. John stood by her side, tears of joy streaming down his face as he gazed at his newborn son.

"He's perfect," Mary whispered, running a gentle finger over the baby's soft cheek.

"He is," John agreed, taking Mary's hand in his. "I can't believe he's finally here. It's a miracle."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, basking in the warmth of the moment. Then John cleared his throat and said, "We still need to decide on a name for him."

Mary nodded. "I've been thinking about it a lot. And I think... I think we should name him Jake Davis."

John raised an eyebrow. "Jake Davis? That's a strong name. I like it."

"I do too," Mary said with a smile.

John squeezed her hand. "Then Jake Davis it is. Welcome to the world, Jake."

As Jake lay in his mother's arms, his tiny fists clenched at his sides, he couldn't help but feel confused. He had thought he was someone else, someone older, someone who knew how to speak and move and think. But as he tried to form words, all that came out was a wail of frustration.

"I can't do anything," he thought to himself, his mind racing. "I'm just a helpless baby. I can't even communicate with anyone."

But as he lay there, feeling the warmth of his mother's embrace and the softness of her blouse, Jake's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of his mother nursing him. He latched on instinctively, the familiar feeling of nourishment bringing him a sense of comfort and contentment.

"Maybe things aren't so bad after all," Jake thought as he drifted off to sleep, his mind at peace. "Maybe I can learn to navigate this new world and find my place in it, one step at a time."

Now Jake was back in his baby crib, his tiny body nestled among the blankets. As he lay there, his mind racing with thoughts of the strange events that had just transpired, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

"I guess I just died," he thought to himself, trying to make sense of it all. "I guess I was reincarnated in a different world."

The implications of this realization were too much for Jake's baby brain to fully comprehend, and he found himself struggling to stay awake. But as he drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of the unknown adventures that lay ahead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder.

"I may be just a baby," he thought as he drifted off into slumber.

Jake lay in his crib, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to make sense of his new reality. "This is just like those isekai novels I used to read in my past life," he thought to himself, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had been reincarnated as a baby.

Despite the initial shock and confusion, Jake was starting to accept his new role as a baby. "Being a baby isn't so bad," he thought to himself. "I can relax and let others take care of me for a while. It's kind of nice, actually."

As he lay there, his only activities consisting of crying, soiling himself, and being fed and cuddled by his mother and her friends, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was a simple life, but it was filled with love and joy.

As Jake lay in his crib, his thoughts turning to the mysteries of the world he had been reborn into, he was interrupted by a sudden feeling of unease and a foul smell. "Oh no," he thought to himself as he realized what had just happened. "I think I just soiled myself."

Determined not to let a little accident get him down, Jake prepared his ultimate weapon: the baby cry. He let out a wail that echoed through the room, hoping to alert his mother Mary to his predicament.

Sure enough, Mary heard Jake's cry and came rushing to his crib, a look of concern on her face. "Oh no, what's wrong sweetie?" she asked, picking him up and sniffing the air. "Oh dear, it looks like someone just had a little accident."

Jake looked up at his mother, feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry, Mom," he thought to himself. "I'll try to be more careful next time."

Who is he kidding, he was baby. These pure evil satanic creatures could only do satanic chant (crying), satanic rituals (shit themselves), and stole women (breastfeeding). Truly evil little creatures.

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After his mother had changed his soiled diaper, Jake's stomach let out a loud growl, signaling that he was suddenly ravenous. Without hesitation, Jake turned to his ultimate baby weapon: the cry.

Sure enough, his mother heard his cries and knew exactly what was wrong. "There, there, sweetie," she said as she picked him up and began to breastfeed him. "I know you're hungry. Let's get you fed and happy."

As Jake latched onto his mother's breast, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. "I know I'm just a baby," he thought to himself. "But it's still weird to think that I'm mentally a grown man but with a baby's body breastfeeding."

But as he drank in the nourishment and warmth of his mother's love, Jake knew that he was exactly where he belonged. And he was grateful to have such a caring and loving mother by his side.

Despite being a baby, Jake's life was good. He was free from the hustle and bustle of city life on earth, and the stress and pressure of the modern world. He was surrounded by love and care, and he never wanted this life to end.

As he lay in his crib, gazing out at the world around him, Jake couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple pleasures that filled his days. The warmth of the sun on his skin, the softness of his blankets, the joy of his mother's laughter. These were the things that truly mattered, and Jake hoped that he could hold onto them forever.

"Maybe this is what life is all about," he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. "Just enjoying the simple things and being surrounded by love. I hope this life never changes."

But Jake's good life came to an abrupt end when he was suddenly awoken by the presence of his arch-nemesis: his bearded father, John. Jake was engulfed in a hug as John's thick beard tickled his baby skin.

"Ew, gross!" Jake thought to himself, trying to wriggle free from his father's grasp. "I hate this! I need to call for Mom!"

And with that, Jake let out a wail, summoning his mother with his ultimate baby weapon: the cry.

Sure enough, Mary came rushing into the room, a look of concern on her face. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, picking Jake up and cradling him in her arms.

"It's Dad!" Jake thought to himself, trying to convey the horror of his situation. "He's trying to smother me with his beard! Make him stop!"

But Jake's thoughts were not conveyed to his mother, and he continued to cry louder, hoping to get his message across. Finally, Mary noticed what was wrong: John's beard.

"John, darling, you really need to wash up before you pick up Jake," Mary scolded her husband. "His skin is so delicate, and your beard can be a bit rough."

John looked sheepish as he realized his mistake. "Sorry, love," he said, patting his beard. "I didn't realize. You know how I forget things sometimes."

Jake watched the exchange with interest, still trying to catch his breath from all the crying. "Wow, Mom's instincts are scary," he thought to himself. "She could tell what was wrong just from my cries. I guess being a mom really does give you superpowers."

After Mary had gently washed Jake's skin with a wet cloth, he was feeling hungry again. But before he could even let out a cry, Mary was already opening her clothes and preparing to breastfeed him.

Jake's initial thought that being a mom gives you superpowers was only strengthened by this display of maternal instinct. "Wow, Mom really is a superhero," he thought to himself as he latched onto her breast. "She always knows exactly what I need, even before I do."

As he drank in the nourishing milk and the warmth of his mother's love, Jake couldn't help but feel grateful for the special bond they shared. He knew that no matter what challenges he faced in life, his mother would always be there to support and protect him.

Yes, Mary was Jake's mother, not just a fictional character or a mother in this fantasy world. She was his real mother, and Jake knew that he would do anything to protect her, unlike the characters in the novels and fanfics he had read. The idea of rejecting a mother's love was unfathomable to him, he knew that it was a blessing.

He holds her hand tighter as he drink her milk. He promised himself that he would make the most of this opportunity, to experience a real and pure mother's love.

As he grew older, he promised himself to remember this experience, to remember the feeling of being loved and cherished unconditionally. This was something that he would carry with him always, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always love and hope to be found. He would do anything to protect this kind of love, this kind of relationship and cherish it for the rest of his life.

As Jake drank his fill, he began to feel drowsy, and soon he was fast asleep in his mother's arms. With a gentle smile, Mary carefully placed him in his crib and gave him a tender caress before turning to the chores she had left behind.

Just as she was about to leave the room, John emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and bearded. "Hey, how's my little man doing?" he asked, peering into the crib at Jake.

"He's doing great," Mary replied, giving her husband a loving smile. "He's such a good baby. I just wish I could freeze time and keep him this small forever."

John chuckled and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders. "I know what you mean," he said. "But before we know it, he'll be all grown up and ready to take on the world. We should cherish every moment we have with him while he's still little."

As they stood there together, gazing down at their sleeping son.

As John listened to his wife's words, a playful glint appeared in his eye. "Well, if we can't freeze time, maybe we can find a way to speed it up a little," he said with a wink. "I mean, how about we make another little bundle of joy to keep Jake company?" John said with a suggestive wink.

Mary giggled at her husband's words, knowing exactly what he was getting at. "Oh, John, you always know just what to say to make me swoon," she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

John chuckled and drew her closer, his voice dripping with cheesiness. "Well, my dear, you're the only one who has ever captured my heart, and I'd do anything to make you happy."

John and Mary were in their bedroom, flirting back and forth as they always did. John's dirty jokes had Mary in fits of laughter, and before long, their laughter turned into kisses.

As the kisses deepened, the sounds of love began to echo throughout the house. Jake, who was now fast asleep in his crib, was unaware of the passionate sounds coming from his parents' bedroom.

As John and Mary gave in to their desires, they lost themselves in each other, reveling in the love and connection they shared. For them, there was no one else in the world but each other, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

As the sounds of John and Mary's lovemaking grew louder and louder, Jake was awakened by the muffled moans and groans. He couldn't help but feel a little awkward as he realized that the sounds were coming from his parents' bedroom.

"Looks like I'm getting a sibling by the sounds of it," he thought to himself with a mix of amusement and embarrassment.

That night, Jake had trouble sleeping.

He just can't sleep.

He'll be awake tonight.