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

Both Nina and Camila’s eyes widened in alarm when they saw Abigaille crying, and without hesitation, they both rushed toward her, leaving Kafka, who they didn’t notice had a rather gloomy look in his eyes behind.

"Abi!" Nina exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders. "What’s wrong?! Did we say something bad?!"

"Abi, please, talk to us! Why are you crying?" Camila, just as concerned, reached for her hand.

But to their surprise, Abigaille didn’t continue crying like they thought she would and instead she let out a shaky laugh in between sniffles, her hands still wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop falling as she shook her head firmly.

"No, no, you didn’t say anything wrong, you two." She reassured them, though her voice was thick with emotion. "And I’m not crying because I’m sad or anything…" She sniffled again, pressing a hand against her chest as if trying to contain the overwhelming emotions inside her.

Nina and Camila still looked uncertain, their hands gripping her shoulders and hands tightly.

"Then why—?" Camila started, only for Abigaille to let out a soft, breathless laugh between her tears.

"I’m crying because I’m happy." She finally admitted, her lips trembling as she smiled. "So, so happy that I can’t help but sob."

That completely caught both of them off guard.

Nina blinked rapidly. "Wait—so you’re crying because...you’re happy?"

Abigaille nodded vigorously, sniffling again as she tried to wipe at her cheeks. "Yes! I know it’s ridiculous, but I just—" She let out a watery chuckle. "I wasn’t expecting to feel this much all at once, and now I can’t stop."

Nina and Camila exchanged bewildered looks before Nina hesitantly ventured. "Uh...is it because you’ll also get to raise so many kids as your own?"

At that, Abigaille’s expression softened even more, her gaze turning impossibly tender as she looked at them. It was the kind of gaze that could melt even the toughest of hearts, and it made something in Nina and Camila’s chests ache.

"That’s definitely part of it." She admitted, her voice brimming with warmth. "Being a mother to such a big, loving family...It’s more than I could have ever wished for. And I’m so glad I get to share those dreams with you both."

Nina felt something lodge in her throat at the sheer love in her voice, and Camila let out a quiet breath, looking just as moved.

But then, Abigaille shook her head with another small laugh. "But that’s not the only reason I’m crying."

Nina furrowed her brows. "It’s not?"

Abigaille let out a soft hum before her lips curled into a radiant, tearful smile.

"No." She said, voice thick with happiness. "It’s because I’m not just gaining children…" She let out another sniffle, eyes shimmering with joy. "I’m also gaining grandkids."

Silence.

For a second, Nina just stared at her, utterly blank. "...Huh?"

Camila also frowned slightly, trying to piece it together. "Wait—what?"

Abigaille chuckled at their dumbfounded expressions, a sound that was both amused and affectionate.

But Nina, determined to understand, started thinking, her mind racing through the possibilities.

Grandkids?...How can she be a mother and a grandma at the same time?

She wracked her brain, trying to find a logical explanation.

She’s going to raise our children, but she is also going to be a grandma? How does that work?

Then it hit her, a sudden jolt of realization that made her eyes widen. Wait...She thought back to the initial relationship between Kafka and Abigaille, the fact that she wasn’t simply a lover like herself and Camila were.

"Oh!" Nina blurted out, her eyes widening in realization, her voice laced with a mixture of comprehension and dawning amusement.

"Because you’re Kafka’s mother!"

She pointed at Abigaille, her voice laced with a mixture of comprehension and dawning amusement.

"That’s why! You’re not just going to be a mother to our kids, you’re also going to be their grandmother!"

Beside her, Camila, who had still been frowning in thought, suddenly froze. Her breath hitched slightly. Then, very, very slowly, she turned to Nina.

"…Oh." Her voice was quiet, almost dazed. Then, in a stunned whisper, she repeated. "Oh."

It hit her all at once.

How had she not realized this earlier?! It was so obvious. She had been so focused on their current dynamic—on Kafka as her husband, her lover, her partner—that she had completely overlooked the fact that he had been Abigaille’s son first.

Abigaille had always been a mother to him.

Which meant, by extension, she would be a mother and grandmother to their future children.

Camila blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then she looked at Abigaille, who was now beaming at them, her hands on her hips, practically radiating with pride.

"That’s right!" She said, her voice filled with excitement. "I’m not just going to be a mother—I’ll be a grandmother at the same time! Double the joy, double the love, double the spoiling"

She lifted her chin slightly, smug. Almost like she was sitting on a status above them.

Nina and Camila stared at her in disbelief, while Abigaille proudly grinned.

"I mean, think about it." She pressed a hand to her chest, looking so utterly pleased with herself. "While the two of you are just mothers, I get to experience the joy of being a grandmother at the same time!"

"...It’s such a special position, don’t you think?"

"I...I don’t even know how to respond to that." Nina’s eye twitched.

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"I think I need to sit down." Camila, still processing, muttered.

Abigaille simply glowed, clearly enjoying every second of their reactions. She then tilted her head, looking at them with mock confusion.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" She asked, amusement laced in her voice. "Is it really so strange?"

Camila gave her a flat stare. "You just casually dropped the fact that you’ll be our kids mother and grandmother like it’s the most normal thing in the world."

Nina groaned, rubbing her temples. "Abi, it’s not just strange—it’s insane."

Abigaille simply beamed at them, completely unbothered.

"Oh, come now! It’s just a different family dynamic! That doesn’t mean it’ll be bad." She waved a hand, as if dismissing their concerns. "In fact, I think it’ll be absolutely wonderful!"

Nina and Camila stared at her, still struggling to process the absolute absurdity of it all.

But Abigaille? She was thriving.

"In fact..." She continued in glee, already getting swept up in her own excitement. "This arrangement is actually perfect! Just think about it! You two will be amazing mothers—you’ll get to raise our children, teach them, love them, watch them grow." She clasped her hands together. "You’ll be the ones who handle their daily lessons, help them with their homework, scold them when they misbehave, and guide them as they navigate life."

She grinned wider. "And I? Well, I get to do all of that too. But on top of that, I also get to do all the fun things that only grandmothers get to do!"

"Wait—what?" Nina blinked.

"What do you mean by ’fun things’?" Camila narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Abigaille giggled, practically glowing with excitement. "Oh, you know! Like sneaking them extra sweets behind your backs—"

"Absolutely not!" Nina and Camila chorused at the same time.

Abigaille laughed, waving them off. "Oh, hush, that’s a grandmother’s privilege! Besides, it’s not just that! I’ll also get to spoil them rotten and shower them with gifts, tell them stories about the ’good old days,’ and—oh! Teach them all sorts of mischief!"

"Mischief?! Abi, no!" Nina’s wailed like she could already imagine the chaos she would create.

"Great. Just what we need—another bad influence in the family." Camila groaned.

Abigaille only giggled more, clearly enjoying their distress. "Oh, relax! It’ll be harmless fun. Just little things—like helping them come up with creative pranks or teaching them how to get away with sneaking cookies from the kitchen."

"But you’re supposed to be the sweet and responsible one!" Nina gasped dramatically.

Abigaille shrugged, still smiling. "I am responsible! But I’m also a grandmother. And grandmothers are supposed to be fun."

Camila gave her an exasperated look. "I don’t think that’s how it works."

But Abigaille wasn’t finished. She clasped her hands together, her eyes shimmering with joy. "And just imagine it! I’ll get to take them on little secret outings, bake them treats, let them stay up past bedtime when they stay over at my place—"

Nina threw her hands up. "Your place is our place!"

Abigaille ignored her, continuing on. "—and when they get into trouble with you two, they’ll run to me for protection! I’ll be their safe haven when they think their mothers are being too strict!"

Camila groaned. "This is going to be a nightmare."

Abigaille, completely unaffected, sighed dreamily.

"And let’s not forget about storytelling! I’ll tell them all sorts of tales—some true, some exaggerated—just to keep them entertained. They’ll adore me!"

Nina buried her face in her hands. "I can already see it. You’re going to be their absolute favorite, and we’ll be the ’mean moms’ who have to actually discipline them while you sneak them candy and tell them how ’harsh’ we are."

Abigaille placed a hand over her chest, looking proud. "That is exactly how it should be."

Nina groaned, while Camila shook her head with an amused sigh.

Still, despite all their protests, neither of them could completely deny the warmth in their chests at the sheer love radiating from Abigaille.

Because as ridiculous as it all sounded, there was no doubt in their minds that she would love their children more than anything in the world.

And, well...maybe having a mother-grandmother wouldn’t be so bad after all.