NOVEL WEB Chapter 696: I Have No Regrets
Olivia nestled closer to Kafka, her body curling against his side, her arm draping over his chest, brushing Abigaille's as she pressed herself into his warmth. The bed creaked softly under their weight, and despite it being her first time sleeping so close to him in years, it felt effortless, like slipping into a familiar embrace.
His steady heartbeat thrummed against her, a quiet promise of safety that wrapped around her heart, making her feel untouchable, as if the world could crumble outside and she'd still be secure in his presence. The lack of a blanket didn't matter; his warmth was enough, filling her with a cherished glow that loosened her tongue, urging her to share the thoughts swirling in her mind.
She took a soft breath, her voice breaking the gentle giggles still lingering between Kafka and Abigaille.
"You know..." She started, her tone quiet but steady. "Back when I was in the city, I threw a party for my colleagues and juniors. The company had a great month, and I wanted to do something nice, so I invited them to my place." Kafka's laughter faded, while Abigaille propped herself up slightly, her body still pressed against his other side, listening closely. "They all showed up, looked around my apartment, and kept going on about how nice it was...Top floor, high, class building, expensive view, the works. They said I must be living the dream, that I had the best life money could buy."
Her fingers traced idle lines on Kafka's chest, grounding her as she continued, "And I smiled, thanked them, but I told them something was missing. I said without my family, it didn't feel like home...That big, fancy place? It was empty, cold. I didn't feel comfortable there, not really."
Her voice softened, a wistful edge creeping in.
"The juniors, though, they didn't get it. They were young, just starting out, barely out of college. They laughed, told me it wasn't a big deal. Said lots of people work far from their families, that I'd get used to it, stop thinking about you two so much. They said I had the perfect life right there, money, luxury, all the stuff I could buy."
"And for a second, I wondered if they were right, if maybe I'd eventually forget that ache and just...enjoy it."
She glanced up at Kafka, then at Abigaille, her body sinking deeper into the mattress, her arm brushing Abigaille's again.
"But now, lying here with you both, I know that even that tiny doubt was so stupid. This warmth, this comfort, it's worth more than anything I could buy. I could have the biggest mansion, the fanciest yacht, the softest bed money could get, but it'd never come close to this."
"Sleeping here, in this house, with you two, where we eat, laugh, come back to every day, this is the real deal. This is what I've been missing for over a year, what I've been craving. A life with family, that's what matters."
"...Anything else is just...nothing."
Her voice grew firm, a quiet conviction settling in her chest, her hand pressing against Kafka's chest.
"I-I love you both, so much, you know. We're not some cookie-cutter family, no blood ties, no typical setup, just two girls who decided to adopt a baby all those years ago, and look where it got us...But I'm so grateful for it. I'd never trade this for anything."
"If I could go back to that snowy day, when we found you in that café, Kafi, I wouldn't hesitate. I-I'd do it all over again, knowing exactly what kind of life we'd have, every single moment."
Hearing this heartfelt, Kafka's chest rose with a deep breath, his hand sliding up to stroke her back, his touch heavy with unspoken emotion. A warmth spread through him, his heart swelling at her words, a quiet sting prickling behind his eyes as he fought to keep his composure.
Abigaille, though, couldn't hold back, her body trembling as she leaned over Kafka's chest, her hand reaching for Olivia's arm, her voice thick with emotion.
"God, Liv." She said, her tone soft but fervent. "You're gonna make me cry. I love you too, with everything I've got. And just like you said, this life? It's the best. I'm having the time of my damn life, and I wouldn't be happier anywhere else, with anyone else."
"...I feel the same, exactly the same. You and Kafi, you're my everything." She reached out, trying to hug Olivia, but her position on Kafka's other side made it awkward, her arm flopping back with a frustrated huff.
"Hold up, let's fix this."
Kafka chuckled, his voice a low rumble as he slid his hands under both women, his arms strong and sure and with a gentle tug, he pulled them both onto his chest, their bodies sliding over his like they were settling onto a couch, their breasts pressing against his torso, their legs tangling with his.
Olivia let out a soft gasp, her body molding to his, her cheek resting on his chest, while Abigaille nestled on his other side, her thighs brushing Olivia's.
"There we go." Kafka said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now you can hug properly."
His arms wrapped around them, pulling them tight, his hands splaying across their backs, warm and grounding. "And before any of you two get any more sappy let me say my part as well which is that...I love you both too." He said, his tone soft but fierce, his embrace tightening. "You're my mothers, my family, and I wouldn't have it any other way...This right here? This is all I need."
Hearing this from her son, Olivia's heart swelled, her body sinking into his embrace, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a blanket.
"Kafi..." She whispered, her voice barely audible, her hand resting on his chest, brushing Abigaille's fingers. "You have no idea how much that means. I was so scared I'd lost this, being away so long...But being here, with you, with Abi, it's like I'm whole again."
"Same, Liv." Abigaille nodded against Kafka's chest, her hand squeezing Olivia's lightly, their fingers intertwining over his heart. "You were gone too long, but now you're back, and it's like we never skipped a beat."
"...This family, this house, this bed, it's where we belong. All three of us, together like this."
"Yep, what Mom said, since you two are stuck with me, you know that, right?" Kafka's hands roamed their backs, his touch gentle but possessive, his voice a low murmur. "No more running off to fancy apartments, Mom. You're home now, and we're keeping you here. Bed's big enough for all of us, always will be." His fingers dipped lower, brushing the curve of their waists, pulling them closer until their bodies were flush against his.
Olivia laughed softly, her body shaking against his, her cheek nuzzling his chest. "I'm not going anywhere, Kafi." She said, her voice light but firm, a quiet promise in her words. "This is my home, with you and Abi. Nothing out there could ever compare." Her fingers tightened around Abigaille's, their hands linked over Kafka's heart, a silent vow binding them together.
Seeing this, Kafka raised a brow, his grin turning playful as he tugged her closer, her breasts flattening against his chest like soft pancakes, the sudden pressure making her breath hitch. His hand then slid down, caressing the curve of her ass, his fingers kneading the plump flesh, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.
"So, Mom..." He teased, his voice low and mischievous. "You said this is your home, nothing compares, right? But I bet you expected some cozy family reunion, but did you picture this?"
"Lying in bed with your son, half, naked, tits all squished up on me, ass sticking out while I grope you?" His fingers squeezed her cheek, his touch bold but teasing. "Is this what you had in mind coming back? You cool with this life, or what do you regret coming back to such a strange household?"
Olivia's cheeks burned, her body tensing under his touch, a flustered frustration bubbling in her chest. She hesitated, her mind grappling with the taboo of it all, mothers and sons didn't do this, shouldn't do this, the weight of convention pressing against her.
But his gaze held hers, warm and unyielding, and her voice came out shy, almost coy.
"Kafi, I...I didn't expect this." She admitted, her tone soft, her fingers twitching against his chest. "I mean, who would? No matter how close a mom and son are, this isn't...normal. It's inappropriate, so many ways you could list it. I could go on about how wrong it is, how it's not what families do, how society would—"
She paused, her voice shifting, softening as she looked at him, her hand resting over his heart.
"But honestly? Right now, I don't care...I'm happier than I've ever been, lying here with you, with Abi. I don't want anything to ruin this moment...To hell with tradition, just for now. This, this weird, crazy life, it's what I want, even if I didn't know it before."
She chuckled, her body relaxing against his, her ass still tingling from his touch.
"Guess that's what makes us us, huh? An unconventional family, doing stuff like this and finding happiness in it. Only we could pull that off, right?"
Kafka's grin widened, his hand still resting on her ass, clearly pleased but not done teasing. "Oh, you're all in, huh, Mom?" He said, as his fingers suddenly slipped between her buttcheeks, groping the soft, juicy flesh with a bold squeeze that made her yelp in surprise. "If you're fine with this, with us in bed, half-naked, all cozy, then you're cool with this too, right? Me grabbing this fat, juicy ass of yours, feeling it up while we're chilling?" His fingers kneaded deeper, his touch sending a jolt through her, her body squirming against his chest.
Olivia whimpered, her cheeks flaming, her voice a flustered rush. "Kafi, no, don't do that!" She protested, her hands pushing lightly against his chest, though her body didn't pull away. "I didn't mean that! I just said I like lying here with you, not...not you being all naughty like this! You're such a bad boy, teasing me like that!"
Despite her words, her ass shifted slightly under his hand, almost leaning into his touch, a shameful thrill coursing through her as she adjusted to the sensation of her son's bold groping.