I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 351 Back to home

"Mm-hmm..." she agreed, pushing her hair behind her ears as she finally sat up.

What followed felt like a delicate ritual.

Dante picked up Felix first, cradling him with surprising tenderness for someone so fearsome. Alina bent to lift Luna, brushing the fur around her tiny wolf ears to keep her comfortable.

Then the shadows unfurled behind Dante, silent, warm and incredibly gentle, lifting Boo, Sable, Rocky, Vlad Jr., Drake and Lucien as softly as parents lifting newborns.

All the guardians had arrived long before, waiting anxiously at the entrance under the pale garden lights. Their expressions softened instantly the moment they saw their babies safe and peaceful in the shadows’ arms.

"Thank you, Miss Alina, for taking care of my little pup," Alpha Ryker said in a low voice as he accepted Luna. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, cradling her tiny wolf form to his chest. His stern face melted as he looked at her, the cold Alpha turning into a gentle father.

He nodded respectfully at Alina, quiet and grateful, not wanting to disturb his child. One of his warriors stepped forward to take Luna’s bags and belongings that Dante’s shadows carried. Within moments, they were gone, moving silently into the night.

Dante turned to Yuki next, handing over Felix with practiced ease. Felix did not even stir, his little fox face still buried in Dante’s shoulder until Yuki adjusted him carefully into his arms.

"Thank you," Yuki murmured softly, bowing his head.

Dante nodded, and his shadows floated Felix’s bags toward Yuki’s clan warriors, who accepted them with quiet reverence.

One by one, each guardian stepped forward to collect their sleeping babies.

And through it all, Alina and Dante moved in perfect, hushed coordination.

Alina watched the last guardian approach. He was a tall ghost elder with a soft glow shining across his translucent robes. His droopy expression brightened the moment Boo floated toward him, sleepily reaching out like a toddler.

The elder caught him carefully, one arm beneath Boo’s drifting body, the other adjusting the blanket that had slipped halfway off. Two younger ghosts drifted behind him, carrying Boo’s bag and the things he bought at the fair. The sight warmed Alina’s heart. Even in sleep, Boo’s tiny tail curled around the elder’s arm as if holding on to family.

A long, quiet yawn slipped from her lips.

When she turned, she found Dante standing near the turtle bus, effortlessly holding two sleeping children. Lucien was nestled against one shoulder, and Sable curled against the other like a shadowy kitten.

When he looked at her, there was something almost hopeful in his eyes.

"Miss Alina," Dante said gently, stepping closer, "you’re coming with me, right? For the hot spring?"

His voice was low, almost warm in the early silence, as if he genuinely hoped she would say yes.

But Alina swayed slightly from exhaustion, another yawn tugging at her lips before she could stop it.

"Sorry, sir... I’m really feeling sleepy right now," she murmured, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Maybe I should head home first."

For a brief second, disappointment flickered across Dante’s expression, subtle but unmistakable, but he covered it with a quiet nod.

"I understand."

He did not argue or insist. He simply adjusted his grip on Lucien and Sable and walked beside her toward her house, his shadows gliding behind him like guardian wings. Alina felt grateful for his presence, for the soft safety it brought, especially at this hour when the sky was still dark and the air chilled her skin.

At her doorstep, she turned to him with a small, tired smile. "Thank you for walking me, sir."

"Then I will take my leave," Dante said, his tone returning to its composed warmth. "Tomorrow is a day off for everyone. Rest well."

She nodded slowly, already half-asleep.

He lifted one hand and traced a silent arc in the air. A dark portal unfurled behind him, swirling like night water. Dante stepped inside, carrying both his babies securely. For one moment, the shadows paused, as if looking back at Alina, before folding neatly after him.

Then the portal closed with a gentle blink, leaving the night peaceful once more.

Alina yawned again and stumbled into her house. She did not even bother changing. She dropped her bag near a chair, walked straight into her room, and curled beneath her blanket in a sleepy tumble of limbs.

Within seconds, her breathing softened.

And she fell asleep, warm and safe.

Next Day...

Alina slowly blinked awake, her mind floating between dreams and the soft warmth of her blanket. For a moment she did not move, simply breathed in the quiet morning air until a long, lazy yawn escaped her lips. When she finally sat up, rubbing her eyes, she froze. Her dress was still the same one from yesterday, and she had forgotten to remove her makeup. God bless her skin, she hoped she would not have a breakout.

"What... oh no..." she whispered, touching her cheek with sleepy embarrassment.

Yesterday had drained every drop of energy from her. She must have collapsed the moment she reached home.

Shaking her head with a tired little laugh, she slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. A warm shower washed away the last bits of ocean chill clinging to her skin, leaving her feeling lighter and clearer, as though she had stepped out of a long dream. She changed into soft shorts and a loose comfy shirt, the kind that made her feel cozy even before she finished dressing.

By the time she reached the kitchen, the house was quiet, sunlight spilling across the floor in gentle lines. She prepared her breakfast almost automatically, moving with a slow, relaxed ease. The milk in the pot began to warm as she leaned her hip against the kitchen counter, arms folded loosely, watching the faint ripples gather on the surface.

The warmth from the stove touched her face, the familiar smell of boiling milk drifting around her like a soft hug. She stared at the pot with half-lidded eyes, still waking up, replaying tiny fragments of yesterday—Boo’s dramatic storytelling, Luna curled up in wolf form, Drake’s excited chatter, the warmth of Dante’s shadows brushing her skin.

She let out a slow breath, letting the peaceful morning settle gently around her.