God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 883

Chapter 883: Another Little One Is Coming Your Way
The moment he heard that familiar voice, Kafka froze. He didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to.

Slowly, he pivoted—and there she was.

Abigaille.

Her eyes were half-open, hazy but warm, fluttering as if she were fighting to stay awake.

A wide, emotional smile spread across his face as he rushed to her bedside.

“Mom…you’re awake!” He whispered excitedly, crouching beside her. “How are you? Are you alright?”

“Mhm…I think so. Just…tired…” She blinked slowly, her voice gentle but weak.

“That’s wonderful. But look, look.” Kafka said, his grin widening as he held up the two tiny bundles in his arms. “Look at them—our daughters. Aren’t they perfect?” His eyes sparkled as he brought them closer. “They’re so cute, so small…They look just like you.”

Abigaille gave a weak, sleepy laugh, lifting her trembling hand to gently caress the tiny heads of her daughters.

“Really?” She murmured softly. “I think they look more like you, Kafi.”

Kafka blinked, surprised.

“What? No way—they’ve got your smile, Mom! That same warm, sweet smile you always have when you’re trying to cheer me up.”

But she shook her head slightly, her smile faint but full of affection.

“No…they’ve got your hair.” She said quietly. “That same fluffy mess. And your nose too.”

“No, no, it’s all you.” He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“No, it’s you.” She said again, a little more stubbornly now, her eyes glimmering with sleepy amusement.

Finally, Kafka sighed in defeat, smiling as he leaned in closer.

“Alright, alright. Then maybe they look like both of us—since, you know, we are their father and mother after all.”

Abigaille smiled softly at that, her eyes closing for a brief moment as if to hold on to that warmth.

He then didn’t miss the opportunity and lleaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, Mom.” He whispered. “You did amazing. Thank you…Thank you for giving me this happiness.”

She smiled faintly. Then, with a weak laugh, she looked down again at the twins.

“But…what about their names?”

“Their names?” Kafka blinked, caught off guard.

She nodded slightly.

“I…I had thought of a name before. But I wasn’t expecting…two.”

“Oh…” Kafka rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I didn’t think that far either. What are we going to do?”

Abigaille’s tired eyes softened as a thought flickered behind them.

“It’s alright.” She whispered. “I…think I already have the perfect names.”

“Really?” He tilted his head, curious. “What did you come up with?”

Abigaille smiled weakly, her voice nostalgic.

“Do you remember…the day me and Liv found you?”

Kafka blinked, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah. You found me at that little café, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed softly. “When we picked you up there and took you in, we named Kafka…because you were found near a café. ‘Café’…’coffee’…it all connected, didn’t it?”

He chuckled gently, remembering the story.

“Yeah, I remember. Kind of a silly origin for a name, but I’ve always liked it.”

“Well…” She said softly, brushing her fingers over one baby’s cheek. “When Olivia and I went to that café that day, she didn’t buy coffee at all. She bought chocolate milk instead.”

“Chocolate milk?”

“Mhm.” She nodded faintly. “That’s why…I think I’ll name this one Coco.” She smiled fondly as she patted one baby’s tiny head. “Because of the chocolate milk.”

Kafka smiled, his heart melting at her tenderness.

“Coco…that’s beautiful.”

Abigaille giggled softly before looking at the other baby.

“As for this one…well, I got a café latte with extra sugar.” She said, her voice growing weaker but full of affection. “But ‘Latte’ sounds a little funny as a name…so, maybe…Lotté. I think that’s better, don’t you?”

She traced her finger gently across the baby’s tiny finger and then looked up at him.

“What do you think, Kafka? Coco and Lotté.”

He smiled so widely that his eyes sparkled.

“They’re…perfect.” He said warmly. “Absolutely perfect. Coco and Lotté…they’ll grow up just as sweet as their names, and just as beautiful as their mother.”

Abigaille’s expression softened at his words.

“That’s good.” She whispered, her voice almost a sigh. “That’s…good.”

Her hand slipped slightly from his as her eyelids fluttered closed, her breathing deep and slow now.

“Mom?” He whispered softly, but Vanitas placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“She’s just sleeping.” Vanitas said kindly. “She needs her rest.”

Evangeline, standing nearby, smiled faintly and reached towards Kafka, carefully lifting one of the twin as Vanitas lifted the other.

“I think that’s our cue to step out.” Vanitas said, her tone gentle but firm. “They all need to recover. Let them sleep.”

“Yeah…You’re right.” Kafka nodded slowly, swallowing back his emotion.

But before leaving, he walked quietly from bed to bed, stopping at each of the sleeping women.

With the softest touch, he kissed each of them on the forehead.

Even in their dreams, faint smiles bloomed across their lips, as if they could feel his love through the veil of sleep.

Finally, he leaned over the cradle one last time, kissing Coco and Lotté and the others on their tiny foreheads.

“I’ll be the best father you can ever ask for.”

He whispered.

“I promise.”

And with that, he turned and walked toward the door, glancing back one last time before stepping into the corridor.

The hallway was quiet and warm, golden light spilling through tall windows that overlooked the celestial garden outside.

Kafka walked forward, his steps slow but peaceful, and stopped before the grand glass arch that framed the endless stretch of flowers and glowing trees.

He stood there for a long while, breathing in the view, thinking to himself how impossibly beautiful the world was—especially now that it held his family within it.

But just as he was basking in that glow of pure bliss, the soft creak of a door opening behind him broke the quiet.

He turned, expecting perhaps one of the goddesses or maybe Vanitasto check on him. But

instead, walking steadily toward him was Evangeline.

“Oh, hey, Evangeline!” He said brightly, already back to his proud, almost childish excitement. “Did you see them? Did you see how cute my daughters are? Aren’t they the most adorable—”

Before he could fully launch into his fatherly bragging spree, Evangeline silently raised something in front of him.

It looked like a transparent black sheet, faintly shimmering under the corridor light.

Kafka blinked in confusion, his mouth still half open.

“Uh…what’s that? A—uh—document? Some kind of…heavenly hospital bill? If it is my wallet is cooked since I have to pay eight times the hospital fee.”

He joked but Evangeline didn’t answer immediately.

Her calm eyes simply fixed on his, and then she said in her cool voice.

“Look at it yourself…You’ll understand soon enough.”

Perplexed, Kafka took the thin sheet and tilted it toward the light.

His brows furrowed at first—until the faint lines became clear and he realised what it was.

It was a baby scan. Inside the hazy outline of a womb, a small, flickering figure rested—a baby.

“What…?”

He muttered, blinking several times, having no clue as to why she was giving something like this now.

“What is this doing here? My daughters were just born. If I want to see babies, I can just walk back in there! Why are you handing me something like this now?”

Evangeline just stared at him quietly, expression calm, lips faintly curved in that mysterious way that always made him nervous.

“This isn’t there’s, Kafka…It belongs to someone else.” She said at last.

“Not there’s? Then why are you giving it me?” He blinked. “You should probably give it to whoever the father is, not to me. I don’t go around collecting other people’s—”

But before he could finish, he stopped.

His words caught in his throat.

And then it hit him.

And in response, his eyes widened.

The color drained from his face, then rushed back all at once.

His hands trembled as he stared at the scan, his gaze snapping from the image to Evangeline’s belly…then back up to her eyes…then down again.

“Y-You mean…” His voice broke, barely a whisper. “You mean…this baby…?”

A faint, rare smile curved Evangeline’s lips.

“It seems like you’ve finally caught up.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes sparkled faintly as she added, “And yes. There’s another one on the way. Another little one joining the family.”

Kafka froze—and then the blood drained from his heart as all the realization hit him at once.

His mouth opened but no words came out. His knees suddenly went weak, and he stumbled back, catching himself on the wall before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, staring blankly ahead.

“W-What…” He managed, dazed. “Another baby…?”

His voice cracked slightly before a huge, ridiculous grin spread across his face.

“Another…baby…!”

But before he could say more—a loud voice suddenly rang out behind Evangeline.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!”

Vanitas had appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. She flew forward so quickly that her hair whipped through the air, grabbing Evangeline by the shoulders.

“W-When did this happen, Evangeline?! When?! When did my son put a baby in your belly?! I didn’t hear about this! I didn’t even know you two were in a relationship!”

Evangeline blinked, a faint flush coloring her pale cheeks.

“I didn’t expect it either.” She said evenly. “But it seems your son truly is the Incarnation of Lust and…quite the charmer.”

Vanitas’s mouth fell open. “Evangeline…are you saying you, you…”

“…fell for him.”

Evangeline finished for Vanitas, before going on to casually say,

“Yes. One way or another, I did. And…this is the result.”

She glanced meaningfully at her belly before meeting Vanitas’s gaze again and asking,

“What? Are you upset that your best friend is carrying your son’s baby?”

But hearing this, Vanitas’s expression only twitched between disbelief and pure delight before finally breaking into a bright, teary smile.

“Upset? Upset?!…I’m ecstatic!”

She cried, pulling Evangeline into a hug so tight it made Kafka nearly faint again, scared for the baby in between them.

“Oh, Evangeline, I’m so happy for you! For us! Our family keeps growing—t-this is incredible!”

Evangeline chuckled softly and returned the embrace, though her tone was still dry as she said,

“You’re far too sentimental sometimes, you know that?”

Meanwhile, Kafka was still sitting on the floor, clutching the scan to his chest and sobbing—not in sadness, but from sheer, overwhelming happiness.

“Evangeline…” He sniffled, standing up and stumbling toward her. “I’m so happy…our baby…Evangeline, I’m so—”

Before he could reach her, Evangeline raised a hand, stopping him with a flat look.

“Enough.” She said firmly. “I’ve already seen you cry more than enough today. I don’t think I can handle any more tears.”

“But—”

“And besides…” She added, her tone softening slightly as she rubbed her belly. “I don’t want our baby to be influenced by you and become a crybaby as well.”

Kafka blinked, then laughed through his tears. “Y–Yeah…right…”

“Now pull yourself together.” She said, smirking faintly. “Maybe later I’ll let you listen to the baby’s heartbeat. But for now, keep it together, dear father.”

And with that, she turned to leave, while Vanitas instantly latched onto her arm again.

“Wait, wait—Evangeline, you must tell me everything! How did this happen? When did it happen? What were the circumstances? Was it romantic? Was it—”

Evangeline sighed, but her expression softened as she looked back at Kafka once more.

“It all started…” She said with a faint smile. “…when we went to that orange farm I wanted to visit so badly…”

“An orange farm?!” Vanitas gasped, her curiosity immediately piqued. “Tell me everything!”

And just like that, the two women walked off together, Evangeline’s voice calm and amused as she began her story, Vanitas practically bouncing beside her like a gossiping schoolgirl.

Kafka on the other hand stayed there for a moment, wiping the tears from his cheeks and laughing weakly.

“I thought I couldn’t cry any more today.” He murmured to himself. “But apparently, I still had some left.”

He then looked back toward the room where his family rested—his wives, his daughters, and now, another child soon on the way.

“I really am…” He whispered with a trembling smile. “…the most happiest and luckiest man in the world, aren’t I?”