Chapter 3 - Soft and Squishy

Softness.

That's the first thing I noticed as reality pulled me back into its grasp, a softness and gentle pressure cradling my head that felt both unfamiliar and comforting. tickling my nose and soothing my worries. It's a nice change of pace, especially after the stress that I've gone through.

I can't help but snuggle into the warmth, burying my face further into the pillowy goodness before me. My body relaxing as the feeling of safety and security washed over me, easing away any tension and stress left.

Only for the events of the day prior, ever so slowly worm its way back to my brain.

I can't help but groan as I sink deeper into the fluffy cushion. Just the thought of having to deal with everything again was enough to make my head turn. Like, sure, I have an easy enough task to follow, not killing your brother is a pretty straightforward task, and so is farming brownie points with heaven, but I'm pretty sure there's some stuff in between that's gonna throw a wrench in the works.

Though, at least I'm not alone in this, so I have that going for me. I mean, Adam comforted me when I was bawling my eyes out, so that's got to count for something, right? And Eve will probably follow his lead, so maybe, just maybe, things won't go completely south.

Well, if you just ignore things like the Counter Force, other gods, the fae, general ineptitude, True Ancestors, the weather—

worry later, rest…

Yeah, you know what? That's future me's problem, not mine. Right now, I just want to rest my little head and deal with the world later. For now, all I need to do is to enjoy this peaceful moment for as long as possible.

Sinking my face deeper into the pillow, I let out a breath of air, relishing the softness and comfort it brought. Like a fluffy cloud, the cushion felt so light and delicate, yet it still held its shape. It was perfection, and I couldn't help but feel happy at this simple luxury.

…

...Wait a minute. When did I even get a pillow?

Last I checked, I'm in the before times, long before pillows were even invented. Or at least, the fluffy kind. So, how the heck do I have one right now? Unless the angels decided to give me a gift, but they didn't seem like the type to be giving out freebies.

With my mind brimming with curiosity, I pried my eyes wide open, ignoring the slight sting from the harsh sunlight, and took in my surroundings.

And was greeted by the sight of two massive mounds.

The large and supple breast hung freely before my face. Untainted by the sun and the elements, with pink tips poking out from underneath their respective covers, their rosy color drawing attention towards themselves.

It's the type that you would imagine in your dreams, of a certain sensual and intimate variety.

Fighting off the rising heat within my cheeks, I craned my head further and found myself staring at an all-too-familiar face—a face that any Fate fan would recognize instantly. With long blonde hair falling down like a golden waterfall, filled with flowers and petals, crowned by that ever-present cowlick sticking proudly out of her head.

Eve, the Mother of Humanity and the First Woman Alive, was a Saberface.

And she's giving me a lap pillow.

...Oh goddammit, Takeuchi. I should've known that your influence would come back and haunt me, now that I'm here.

Sure, I might have a thing for Saberfaces and have a certain... preference for stories that held a certain motherly tags, but that doesn't mean you should combine the two! Not in this situation, anyway.

I mean, she's going to be my step(?)mother! I can't have these kinds of thoughts towards her, it's just plain wrong. Even if she's incredibly beautiful and has thighs thick enough for me to—

enjoy yourself…

Okay, stop. I'm a grown adult. Not some horny teenager who can't control their hormones. Discarding the fact that I am currently possessing a teenager, but I digress. The point is, I'm better than this.

Besides, the last thing I want is to ruin a perfectly good relationship. Wouldn't it be weird for her that her son suddenly got a massive crush on her? That's just going to be awkward and uncomfortable for the both of us.

Taking a deep breath, I did my best to push away those impure thoughts and focused on the situation at hand. And by that, I meant getting myself off the very comfortable lap pillow and her very large breast that's inches away from my face.

Unfortunately, the universe is a bitch, and said bitch does not care about my feelings. Because, with a single blink, Eve's gaze met with mine, her green irises sparkling with gentle affection.

"Guess who's finally awake." Her smooth and tender voice washed over me, sending a shiver down my spine. "I was getting worried that you'll sleep the whole day away." She smiled, her lips curling upward into a smile.

It's official. Fate is a cruel mistress, and the universe hates me.

Eve hummed to herself as she waited for the little one's reply, her fingers gliding across his untamed hair as the boy tensed further into her lap. Her legs had long since gone numb, and her back ached, yet the pain was a small price to pay for the chance to comfort this child of hers.

Oh, sure—he wasn't actually hers. Not by birth, at least. But he might as well have been, considering his body was that of her sweet, sweet boy. Though his soul was not the same, her heart claimed him all the same. After all, what kind of mother would she be if she didn't care for him?

Even Adam had accepted the little one as their own, his heart melting the moment the boy broke down in his arms. Going so far as to carry him back to their humble abode.

Her husband may act like he was cold and distant, but his compassion knew no bounds—it's a quality she knew better than anyone and had always cherished about him.

Though she was not so keen on the fact that another soul had taken over Cain's body, she could not deny the fact that this boy is lost and confused. And from what Father had told them, he's a good boy at heart and hadn't really made the best of choices, but he was ultimately given another chance to right his wrongs.

Now doesn't that sound familiar?

It's no wonder they were given the task to care for him rather than those in Garden. After all, they were rather... unbending when it comes to such things.

And besides, it's not like she's going to hold it against him, either. She's not exactly a paragon of virtue, either.

So, here she is, watching the child's face grow redder and redder by the second. His eyes darting everywhere except towards her own, the poor boy clearly struggling to find his words.

It's a bit adorable, really. Kinda like a fish, a big, adorable, and squishy fish.

She couldn't help but giggle at her own comparison, causing the little one's face turned redder than an apple and cross his arms in a huff. He was too cute, and his duck-like pout was turning her giggles into full-blown laughs.

"Moooom..." He whined, and her heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across her lips.

He called her mom. Not the just word, itself, but the tone itself was so natural and genuine, that it filled her heart with a sense of pride and fulfillment to know he views her as his own.

Maybe, just maybe, she'll give him a hug when his face isn't red.

And his breath doesn't smell like vomit.

...Actually, no. She'll still give him a hug. Because her son needs all the love and support she can provide, and she'll be damned if she didn't give him her all.

But first, a bath is in order.

You can not convince otherwise that Eve isn't a Saberface.