Kafka's hands, warm and steady, stroked Olivia's back as she lay against his chest, her soft curves pressed into his rigid frame. Her laughter had faded, leaving a quiet warmth in its wake, and he tilted his head, his voice soft with concern.
"You alright, Mom?" He asked, his fingers tracing gentle circles along her spine. "You seem...happy."
Olivia's cheek rubbed against his chest, a contented sigh escaping her as she nestled closer, her body sinking into the comfort of his embrace.
"Of course, Kafi." She murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm just...so happy right now. So happy I could just fall asleep on your chest and stay here all night."
Her words were unguarded, her heart laid bare by the joy of their closeness, a moment she'd dreamed of for years.
Kafka's smile was warm, but a glint of mischief flickered in his eyes.
