God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Baby Fever
Kafka’s smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes when he heard Nina’s requirments.

“Six of them, huh?” He mused, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “You’re really going to make me work that hard?” He reached out, playfully tugging a strand of her hair. “I might need to start training, you know. Get in shape for all that…’work’.”

Nina playfully punched his arm, a mock frown on her face.

“Hey!” She protested, her voice laced with playful indignation. “Why are you acting as if you’ll be doing all the heavy lifting. I’ll be the one doing all the work, carrying your children in my belly for nine months! You’ll just have to…” She paused, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Move your hips a little and…and let out something from within. Then roll over and go back to sleep.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “After that, it’s my responsibility to take care of the baby for nine whole months, carrying them around wherever I go, while you can simply laze back and relax.”

And before Kafka could get in a word in about the accusations raised against him that were completely needless and protest his case, Nina went on as if she finally had a outlet to vent about all the worries she had about the future.

“Oh, and it’s far more than just ‘carrying them around’ you know.” Nina declared, launching into a detailed and theatrical account of the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, her voice rising and falling with dramatic flair. “First, there’s the morning sickness. Imagine me, throwing up every day, while you’re happily munching on your breakfast, completely oblivious to my suffering.”

She shuddered dramatically, her face contorting in mock disgust.

“Then there’s the constant fatigue. I’ll be exhausted all the time, napping at the drop of a hat, while you’re full of energy, bouncing around like a…a hyperactive puppy!”

She then gestured to her stomach, her voice taking on a mock-serious tone.

“And don’t forget about this. It’s going to grow and grow and grow, until I can barely see my own feet! I’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe, special clothes for pregnant ladies. And don’t even get me started on the stretch marks! I’ll be covered in them, like a…a tiger!”

She paused for dramatic effect, then continued, her voice rising in pitch.

“And then there’s the actual birth! Hours and hours of labor, pushing and screaming, while you’re just pacing outside, waiting for it to be over. And don’t think you can just waltz in and hold the baby right away. Oh no, first I have to recover, feed them, change their diapers…You’ll just be there, the cool dad, swooping in to play with them when they’re all happy and clean.”

She narrowed her eyes, a mischievous glint morphing into a mock-stern glare.

“I can already see the future.” She declared, her voice taking on a theatrical, almost prophetic tone. “You’ll be the cool dad. The one they adore. The one who sneaks them extra desserts under the table, lets them stay up past their bedtime to watch cartoons, and builds them elaborate pillow forts in the living room.”

“…And I’ll be the strict, scary mom. The one who enforces the rules, makes them eat their vegetables, and says ‘no’ to everything they want, even the cutest puppy dog eyes.”

She gestured dramatically, her voice laced with mock resentment.

“And when I reject something they’ll go running to you for backup, knowing you’ll cave. You’ll be their best friend, their confidante, the one they run to with scraped knees and broken toys. And I’ll be the…the bad cop, the scary parent.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly, before her eyes flashed, a sudden intensity replacing the playful teasing.

“I-I’ll be the bad parent even though I’m the one who carried them for nine months, who endured the sleepless nights, the swollen ankles, and the cravings for pickled onions at 3 AM.”

“I’m the one who will change countless diapers, soothe their fevers, and teach them how to ride a bike. I’m the one who will raise them, shape them, and mold them into decent human beings.”

“…And yet, you’ll just swoop in, be the fun parent, the hero, and steal all the affection, leaving me to deal with the tantrums and the teenage angst.”

As if the scene was playing out before her eyes, her gaze hardened into a furious glare, directed squarely at Kafka.

“You’ll be the one they love…” She said, her voice laced with betrayal. “…a-and I’ll be the one they blame for everything.” She glared at him, like he had already stolen her future children from her and turned them against her.

Kafka, seeing the whirlwind of anxieties swirling within Nina, looked at her with confusion and genuine concern as he really didn’t understand why that playful rant of hers turned to her looking like she was about to have a breakdown at any moment.

He then glanced at Camila to see if she she had any clue. But she also looked utterly flabbergasted with the way Nina was acting and looked back at him with the same question on her mind.

He couldn’t help but think something had triggered Nina to think of her future with her children in the most abysmal way possible to the extent that she believed that her children would abandon her for their father.

It was as if she was already living a decade into the future, complete with all the potential pitfalls and imagined injustices which Kafka couldn’t really understand since Nina was usually so positive and vibrant. But what he did know was that he couldn’t allow her to go with having such brooding thoughts.

So, just as Nina seemed about to launch into another crazy hypothetical scenario—perhaps involving sleep deprivation and the proper way to fold baby clothes—Kafka immediately to her surprise wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

His touch was warm and reassuring, a solid anchor in the sea of her anxieties. “Calm down, Nina…Calm down.” He said softly, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “It’s alright. Nothing bad is going to happen in the future…I just think that you’re getting ahead of yourself with this whole baby raising thing.”

Nina, who had been on the verge of a full-blown panic attack, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, immediately began to relax at the sound of his voice. The steady, rhythmic beating of his heart against her cheek had a surprisingly calming effect, like a gentle lullaby. She hugged him back, burying her face in his chest, her frantic breaths slowing to a more manageable pace.

“You don’t have to worry about any of that.” Kafka continued, his voice soothing and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out together. We’ll be a team.” He paused, then explained, his voice laced with a gentle promise. “From the moment we decide to start a family, I’ll be there. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, that you’re getting enough rest, that you’re eating properly.”

“…I’ll even make sure to cook those weird cravings you’re bound to have, like a fried artichoke or sour ice cream at 3 AM.”

He tightened his embrace slightly, his hand gently stroking her hair.

“During the birth, I’ll be right beside you, holding your hand, wiping your brow, whispering words of encouragement. I’ll be your rock, your support system, your…your personal cheerleader.” He paused, then added with a chuckle. “I’ll even learn some breathing techniques, just in case.”

“And after the babies are born.” He continued, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “I won’t just be the ‘cool dad’ who swoops in for playtime. I’ll be a hands-on father. I’ll change diapers, handle night feedings, soothe them when they cry.”

“We’ll be a partnership, Nina. We’ll raise our children together, as equals. There’s no good cop, bad cop here…Just two parents, doing their best.” He gave her a gentle squeeze as he looked downa at her with a gentle gaze.

“…I promise, we’ll make it work. We’ll be an amazing family.”

Nina looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a mix of hope, disbelief, and a profound sense of relief.

“R-Really?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly, a soft tremor of vulnerability. “You’ll really…help me? All the way? Through everything? Even the…the messy parts?”

Kafka gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity.

“Of course, I will.” He murmured, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. “If I don’t help my beautiful wife, the woman who’s bringing my children into the world, then what kind of husband would I be? A useless one, a coward, someone unworthy of your love, that’s what.” He gave her a gentle squeeze, his hand stroking her hair.

“…We’re in this together, Nina. Always.”

Nina’s lips curved into a soft, genuine smile, a wave of assurance and safety washing over her. The knot of anxiety in her stomach began to loosen, replaced by a warm, comforting feeling.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I needed to hear that. More than you know.”

He then added, a playful glint in his eyes. “And I’ll also make sure that the kids know just how much their mother loves them, and all the effort she put into raising them. I’ll tell them stories of your strength, your kindness, your unwavering love.”

“…And if they don’t appreciate you, if they dare to take you for granted, I’ll spank their little bottoms until they do. And then I’ll tell them more stories about their wonderful mother.”

Nina giggled, the tension finally dissipating, replaced by a surge of lighthearted amusement.

“Oh, you’ll end up being the scary parent that way.” She teased, her voice light and playful. “Not that I’d mind.” She added, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’d get to have the kids all to myself, while you’d be banished to the ‘naughty corner’ of parenthood.”

Just as Nina was about to launch into another playful jab, a well-timed interruption came from Camila, who had been observing her friend’s emotional rollercoaster with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“Nina, you…Are you possibly already pregnant?”

She suddenly asked, her voice laced with teasing amusement, a playful glint in her eyes which caught Nina off guard.

“Because your hormones are all over the place…One minute you’re tearing up like a sentimental sap, the next you’re giggling like a schoolgirl who just discovered boys.”

“…It’s quite the spectacle, Nina. You’re giving a one woman show.”

Nina’s cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of crimson.

“Shut up, Camila!” She retorted, though her voice lacked its usual sharp edge. “And there’s no way I could be pregnant. I haven’t even had my first—” She stopped abruptly, her eyes widening in realization as she nearly revealed a rather intimate detail.

A knowing, almost conspiratorial glance passed between her and Kafka, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken possibilities that hung in the air. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure and brushed off the near slip.

“Anyway…” She continued, turning back to Camila with a glare. “You shouldn’t be talking, Camila. You’re the one who started all this and made me act all crazy!”

Camila’s eyebrows shot up, a look of genuine confusion on her face.

“Me?…What did I do?”

She asked, her voice laced with innocent bewilderment, though a hint of playful suspicion lurked beneath the surface of what she had done, which also brought along a bag full of unpleasant memories of the distant past…