Olivia’s brow furrowed, a soft murmur of confusion escaping her as she stepped closer to the scooter, her fingers tentatively tracing its cool, unfamiliar surface.
"What do you an, Kafi?" She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I don’t see anything that’s... on here. What are you talking about? Did I miss sothing?"
Kafka’s grin stretched wide, a playful nudge at her back urging her toward the sleek machine. His eyes, bright with mischievous excitent, darted to the delicate pinstripes that hugged the scooter’s edges.
"Take a closer look, Mom." He urged, his voice brimming with anticipation. "Really examine the pattern on those pinstripes. They’re not just random designs slapped on for style."
He then gestured to the intricate lines, his hand settling on the handlebars, a surge of swelling pride evident.
"There’s a deeper aning there. If you just narrow your eyes a little, you’ll see what I an."
Olivia leaned down to see what he was talking and the mont she did a soft gasp escaping her as her gaze sharpened, tracing the delicate, almost imperceptible patterns woven into the tallic shimr.
"They’re...they’re so detailed." She murmured, her fingers hovering, almost reverently, over the designs. "They look professional, Kafi, like sothing from a high-end shop, I can’t believe that you did this all by yourself. But what...what are they?"
Her voice, now trembling with a burgeoning curiosity, caught as she noticed the small, intricate shapes—tiny, graceful flowers that curled along the scooter’s edges, bestowing upon it a surprisingly cozy, enchanting charm that elevated its beauty far beyond re chanics.
And the mont she realised that those designs were actually flowers, her eyes widened, a stunned stamr escaping her as she whirled to face Kafka, her heart swelling with an almost disbelieving wonder.
"Kafi, a-are these...orchids and lilies?" She asked, her tone hushed with awe, her hands gesturing emphatically toward the patterns. "You know, the sa orchids and lilies that are my favorite flowers in the whole world!"
"...I used to grow these sa flowers in the garden when I was a kid, and Abi still brings bouquets of them whenever I close a big deal or sothing."
She then dropped her voice to a hesitant whisper, her fingers twisting together nervously.
"Did you...did you put these on here for ?...Or is it just a coincidence?...Please tell , Kafi."
"Of course it’s for you, Mom." Kafka’s smile softened, a warm, contented purr in his voice as he gently patted her head, her overwheld reaction a balm to his heart. "I an, who else would it be for? There’s no way it’s a coincidence; I picked orchids and lilies specifically because they’re your favorites."
He then added with a soft chuckle, his hand lingering on her head,
"I saw all those flowers in Mom’s garden one day and got curious, asked her why we had so many...She told they were your favorites, and I knew right then I had to incorporate them into the scooter to truly make it yours too."
After saying this, he thought she would beam with joy and pull him into a hug. Maybe even laugh and call him silly.
He was quite excited to see her reaction, certain she’d be happy.
But to his disbelief, she didn’t respond the way he expected.
Instead, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill any second now. She looked like she was on the verge of crying.
Kafka’s grin faltered instantly, a panicked murmur escaping him as he stepped forward, his hands gently gripping her shoulders, his heart suddenly racing with concern.
"Whoa, Mom, why are you crying?" He asked, his tone urgent as he swiftly wiped a tear from her cheek, his eyes wide with worry. "Did I get the flowers wrong or sothing? If I ssed up, I’m so sorry—I’ll take the pinstripes off and put the right ones on, whatever you want!" He finished with a nervous chuckle, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Please don’t cry, I really thought you’d love it...Just tell what’s wrong, okay and I’ll fix it imdiately?"
"No, Kafi, it’s not that." Olivia shook her head, a soft sniffle escaping her as she wiped her eyes, her heart aching, but with joy. "You didn’t get anything wrong, it’s absolutely perfect."
She murmured, her tone gentle yet deeply emotional, her eyes eting his with an unshakeable loving gaze.
"I’m just...overwheld, you know? Abi’s done sweet things for before, and I’m used to that, but you...my son, doing sothing this incredibly thoughtful, putting my favorite flowers on your scooter just for ?"
Her voice then trembled with an overwhelming gratitude, her heart swelling with imasurable pride. "
It’s such a precious thing, Kafi. I’ve never felt so...seen. I’m so happy I simply can’t help but tear up a little."
Kafka let out a long sigh, a relieved chuckle escaping him as his shoulders finally relaxed, her heartfelt words a soothing balm to his soul.
"God, Mom, you had worried for a second there." He teased, his tone light as he gently pushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes softening with genuine affection. "I honestly thought I’d screwed it up or sothing...But this is just what a son does, you know? There’s no way I’d ever forget about you like you thought; you’re my mom too."
His voice then brightened with a gentle smile, his hand lifting her chin to et his gaze.
"So, does that an you really like it? The flowers, the scooter, all of it?...Tell it’s good, because I really worked hard on those pinstripes."
Olivia nodded, a quiet chirp of pure delight escaping her as a gentle smile, radiant and genuine, spread across her face, her heart glowing with overflowing love.
"I love it, Kafi." She said, her tone soft but undeniably heartfelt, her eyes shimring with tender emotion. "I love it so much. The flowers, the sheer thoughtfulness you poured into it, it’s beyond perfect."
"...You made this scooter ours, not just yours,.not just Abi’s or mine, but ours, and that ans absolutely everything to ."
She then dropped her voice to a shy whisper, her fingers fidgeting with her purse strap.
"I-I actually want to do sothing to thank you, you know? For making feel so incredibly special. So, is it okay if I..."
She hesitated, then leaned forward, pulling his head down gently and to his utter surprise pressed her lips against his face to give a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, her heart racing with a nervous yet profound affection.
"I-Is that alright? I didn’t know if you’d be okay with your mom kissing you like that. I just...I wanted to show you how much this ans."
She asked timidly as she pulled back, not knowing if her son would appreciate sudden acts of affection like that and to this Kafka’s eyes softened, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head closer to hers.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" His voice dropped into a low, incredibly affectionate murmur. "You could kiss a billion tis, and I could kiss you a billion tis too, and I wouldn’t mind one bit...Not ever."
Olivia looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks faintly flushed as a playful, teasing spark lit up her expression.
"If you say sothing like that, I might actually do it." She whispered, her voice playful but deeply tender. "I might really kiss you a billion tis right now."
A quiet chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as his hand brushed lightly against her back, pulling her even closer into his embrace. "I’d gladly take them all, Mom." He murmured, his gaze never leaving hers, steady and full of unspoken warmth. "But...a billion kisses would take quite a while, don’t you think? We’d probably end up staying right here all day and totally skip today."
Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "Then I’ll just ration those billion kisses throughout your life." She said softly. "For now, we should probably get going. You’re starving, aren’t you?"
"Absolutely starving." Kafka confird with a tender grin, his thumb brushing lightly along her arm. "And I’m sure you are too."
Olivia nodded faintly, her tone barely above a whisper. "I’ll get a new notebook later to tally the kiss score..."
Then, almost hesitantly, she rested her head against his chest again, her voice trembling with quiet, deep yearning. "But...before we go, can we stay like this a little longer? Just like this?"
Kafka’s arms wrapped around her fully, holding her as though he could shield her from the world itself.
"Of course." He whispered, his lips brushing the soft strands of her hair. "Of course you can, Mom. Stay as long as you want...We have all the ti in the world."
A profound wave of unadulterated happiness washed over her, her heart brimming as she let herself utterly lt into him.
The day hadn’t even truly begun, and yet, in his arms, it already felt like she was in heaven...
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