SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

”You probably haven’t. It’s really old. Came out way before everyone’s time. I doubt you’d have any interest in it anyway. But...” He looked toward Yelena again, a soft, unspoken fondness in his eyes. ”...me and your mother? We used to watch movies like that together all the time. We were the old-movie lovers in the family.”

Yelena’s stern expression finally softened. Just a little. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and then her gaze fell toward the deck beneath her, memories flooding back into her chest like waves crashing over her all at once.

She remembered those quiet evenings, curled up on the couch with him, tucked under a blanket they both stubbornly claimed more than their fair share of. A bowl of warm snacks sat between them, half-eaten, crumbs scattered everywhere, but neither of them cared.

He’d lean against her without asking, head resting on her arm like it belonged there, and she’d let him, always. The TV would play some vintage movie, but it wasn’t about the show.

It was about him. His laughter. His warmth. Those little sighs he made when he got too comfortable.

In those moments, she didn’t need anything else.

Mika went on, smiling a little more now as he looked at the floor, speaking more to her than to Charlotte.

”We didn’t even like that movie that much...” He admitted. ”Both of us thought the ending was dumb and frustrating. It was so...avoidable. But there was one scene we liked. One part that made us laugh and smile every single time.”

Yelena’s lips parted just a bit. Her eyes flickered as she already started to remember which one he was talking about.

”It was this scene...” He said. ”Right at the front of the ship. The two leads stood together, side by side, with their arms wide open, pretending to fly. Wind blowing through their hair, ocean stretching out all around them...it was like they were soaring through the sea.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. ”Ohh, I think I have seen that scene! Isn’t that like...iconic or something?”

”Yeah.” Mika nodded. ”It stuck with us. And after we watched it the first time, we actually recreated it. Kinda stupid, I know. I was just a kid at that time and she was following along with my whims.”

”We climbed onto the sofa, stood at the edge, arms out, trying not to fall off. It was stupid but it was fun. Even when we made fun of how dramatic it was. It was still...ours.”

His gaze shifted back to Yelena fully now, watching her reaction. And this time, she didn’t hide. She looked back at him, and she remembered. Perfectly.

She remembered standing there, wobbling on the edge of the couch while Mika held out his arms wide and yelled ”I’m flying!” and how she had rolled her eyes and then mimicked him anyway, standing with her arms stretched behind him.

The image alone made her lips curl upward, her arms loosening around her chest as the corner of her mouth softened.

”And I was thinking...” Mika went on, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. ”Since we’re actually flying through the sky right now...why not actually do it? For real this time. Not just on a sofa.”

Then, without waiting another moment, he stepped forward, right to the very tip of the ship.

The swords beneath his feet sparkled, stretching far into the open sky, and he spread his arms wide, embracing the wind that whipped past his coat and hair. He then turned his head over his shoulder, looking straight at her.

”I’m ready, Yelena.” He said softly. ”Ready to recreate that scene from the past. But this time, I’m not just a kid goofing around on a couch. I’ve made an actual ship. For you, Yelena. It’s flying through the night sky, all of this...just to cheer you up.”

”...And now I’m just waiting for you to step forward so that we can live that memory of the past once again, that is, as long as you don’t mind snapping out of your little pouting stage.”

His words echoed in the air, gentle but powerful and Yelena’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide as they filled with a sudden rush of emotion.

Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it echoed in her ears.

He remembered...He remembered everything.

Every silly little thing she thought he’d long forgotten. And now, here he was, recreating all of it, all for her.

Just for her.

Her lips trembled slightly. Her legs almost moved on their own, wanting to run to him, to throw her arms around him, to cry into his shoulder and tell him just how much he meant to her.

Because it wasn’t the ship, or the scale, or the sky.