New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 569: Bringing mama home

"You live here?" Cleora asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked around.

The sky has already grown dark, the stars twinkling above like tiny pinpricks of light against the dark canvas of the night.

The air was cool and crisp against her skin, but there was warmth coming from the woman beside her who had her arm around her daughter’s shoulders.

The two of them walked through the gate, the sound of it closing behind them echoing faintly in the quiet night.

The path before them was illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and the lanterns hanging by the porch, casting long, eerie shadows across the ground as they began to walk.

"Yes.. Well, technically, it’s not my house." Coco stated, feeling a little ashamed of herself. "This house belongs to one of Coco Hughes’ husbands."

"Coco Hughes?" Cleora raised an eyebrow. "Is that the name of the original owner of the body?"

Coco nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, she was a deadbeat so when I took over, I decided to take care of them."

"Aww, my daughter." Cleora cooed, stopping in her tracks to wrap her arms around Coco tightly and pull her into a warm embrace, squealing. "You have grown up! You’re even taking care of her husbands!"

Coco could only giggle, returning her mother’s embrace, but the front door swung open.

The two women froze in their spot, their eyes open and arms going stiff around each other, and standing before them is a confused Zaque who switched his eyes from Coco to Cleora, then from Cleora to Coco.

"Am.. Am I interrupting something?" The mediator inquired, standing upright and shooting Coco a puzzled glance.

"You must be one of her husbands!" Cleora gasped and pushed Coco aside, her hand grabbing Zaque’s hand and promptly shared a firm handshake with him. "I’m Cleora! Nice to meet you!"

Coco groaned as she crashed into a pile of leaves that was right beside their porch.

Damn, mama sure got a lot of strength stored in those flabby looking arms. Coco grumbled in her mind, slowly getting off from the pile and instead, watching Zaque stare at Cleora.

"Alright, come on." Coco spoke up, interjecting through the handshake by breaking them off and gesturing to Cleora. "Come inside, please."

Cleora brightened up, her green eyes widening with delight. "Really? Don’t mind if I do!"

She walked past the two of them and quickly made a beeline to the room on her left, which is the living room.

"Uhm.. Are you going to tell me who that is? And why did you let her in?" Zaque turned to Coco, his eyebrows furrowed. "I haven’t seen her hang around you before.."

Coco chuckled nervously and looked down, her eyes landing on their interlocked hands. "She’s my mother."

"Pardon? But that’s not what Baroness Hughes looks like— w-w-wh-what..?" Zaque practically started malfunctioning when he realized who just walked inside the house, the color of his face turning as white as jasmine petals.

"Yeah, that’s my mother." Coco said, smiling at him.

"Meow." Konoha mewled softly, causing Coco to jump and turn to the white feline, never letting go of Zaque’s hand. "Meooooooow."

"Oh, yeah. Why don’t you go inside and look for Lala? I need to ask her something." Coco ordered, the corner of her lips curling when she saw the feline nod her head and skipped her way inside the house. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Coco didn’t waste any time to follow behind the cat, dragging the frozen red haired mediator inside and closing the door behind them.

She pulled Zaque to the hall and cast a glance inside the living room. "Hey, mama? I’ll just freshen up. I’ll also look for something you can wear— oh, I’ll clean my bed, too."

"Mhmm, sure!" Cleora answered from her spot in front of the television.

"Oh, wait— before you go!" She quickly called over her shoulder just before Coco could walk away from the doorway. "Can you open this? I don’t wanna be a bother so I’ll just stay here and watch something."

"Sure, give me a minute." Coco said and continued dragging Zaque down the hall.

Zaque snapped out of his shock and started sweating profusely, his hand growing cold, his lips closing and opening, like a fish.

"W-w-what does your m-mother want to eat, Coco?" The mediator stuttered out, squeezing her hand and hoping that he would get some comfort, but thinking about the woman inside the living room only worsened the anxiety he’s feeling.

"Chill." Coco chuckled and pushed him inside the kitchen, where Heiren was busy cooking.

Heiren perked up when he heard Coco’s voice and turned around to face her, but he was greeted by a pale and trembling Zaque.

"Zaque?!" Heiren called, eyes widening. "Goodness gracious! What happened to him?!"

The second husband rushed to go to the doorway, but Zaque shook his head and pointed a trembling finger over to the stove.

"Focus on cooking! Coco’s mother will be e-eating with us!" The first husband ordered, frantically demanding. "She’s right across the hall, and she’s waiting! We must cook the best meal we could offer!"

"What are you saying, Zaque?" Heiren asked, stopping in his tracks and faced Coco. "What is he on, Coco?"

Coco simply guided Zaque to take a seat by the table, her hand squeezing Zaque’s hand and leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips— an action that immediately colored Zaque’s cheeks.

She turned to Heiren, stepping closer to him. "Mama’s going to watch TV, and while she does that, I’ll go ahead and clean my room. I need to get something for her to wear anyway, because she will be staying here for the night."

Heiren opened his mouth to ask because he’s still clueless, but Coco quickly shut him up with a kiss.

She pressed her lips against his, her tongue snaking inside his mouth, devouring the moan that tried to slip from his lips.

Coco pulled back a second after, licking her lips. "She’s quite fond of adobo."