Kafka's smile was warm, his eyes sparkling with delight as he leaned closer, his hand squeezing her hip gently.
"Of course, Mom." He said, his voice rich with affection, a playful edge creeping in. "I've been waiting for you to say that. Been dying to feed you properly, to see you enjoy it."
His grin turned mischievous, a smirk tugging at his lips as he added.
"But here's the deal if I'm gonna feed you, I'm doing it my way. Like you're a little kid, all cute and needy. No grown—up stuff, just pure baby treatment. That's the only way I'll do it."
Olivia's face flamed, a flush of embarrassment spreading down her neck as she processed his words. Being fed like a child, with all the playful theatrics, was mortifying, a step too far into vulnerability.
"Kafi, please." She stammered, her voice tinged with protest. "Don't make it too embarrassing. Just...feed me normally, okay? I don't need the baby stuff."
