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

Chapter 517: The Family Is Coming Together!

Yelena leaned over curiously, half-expecting to see another cute cat photo—Fauna’s phone was practically a digital archive of fluffy animals making ridiculous faces.

But to her surprise, the screen showed something entirely different.

It was a photo of Anya, Charlotte, and Astrid together in what looked like a cozy café.

Anya sat at the center, her usual composed smile in place, holding her phone up for a selfie with practiced elegance.

Beside her, Astrid sat slightly awkward, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression uncertain like she wasn’t quite sure how to pose for the camera.

And Charlotte had immediately struck an extremely cute pose, tilting her head, pouting her lips, and giving the camera a look that was equal parts innocent and devilish.

She looked like she was having the time of her life, as always.

Fauna pressed the phone against her ample chest, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She squealed. "They all look so absolutely adorable!"

"And Astrid—look at her!"

She zoomed in on Astrid’s face, her expression melting with maternal affection.

"She still doesn’t know how to pose for the camera. It’s even worse than in the past. She looks so adorably awkward, like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time."

Yelena nodded, a fond smile crossing her face.

"She really hasn’t changed in that regard, has she? All that power, all that authority, and she still can’t figure out what to do with her hands in a photo."

They both stared at the picture for a moment longer, drinking in the sight of their daughters together.

Then Yelena looked up.

"Speaking of Astrid...have you heard from Anya about the meetings she’s been arranging?"

Fauna’s eyebrows rose. "You mean between Astrid and Charlotte?"

"All three of them, apparently. Anya mentioned something about a project they’re working on together. Some kind of collaboration."

Yelena’s expression grew thoughtful as she said,

"Charlotte complains about it constantly, of course. She always comes over and grumbles about having to go to meetings with her sisters. ’It’s so boring,’ she says. ’Astrid just stares at me the whole time.’"

Fauna laughed. "But?"

Yelena smiled. "But even though she complains, it’s obvious she’s also quite happy. Excited, even. She’s started dressing nicer for the meetings. Putting on makeup. Doing her hair."

She shook her head. "She’d never admit it, but she looks forward to seeing them."

Fauna nodded vigorously.

"Anya says the same thing. She tells me about all the meetings they’ve had recently, ones that Astrid has been setting up."

A look of disbelief crossed her face.

"I didn’t believe it at first. After all, it’s Astrid. Ever since that incident..." Her expression darkened briefly, a shadow passing over her features. "She’s been different. Distant. Cold. She pushed everyone away, kept to herself, refused to let anyone in."

She brightened.

"But recently, it seems like she’s changing. Setting up these meetings, trying to open up. Anya says it feels very weird, seeing Astrid of all people make an effort." She paused. "But weird in a good way."

"Charlotte feels the same." Yelena nodded before letting out a wry smile and adding, "Honestly, she’s a little suspicious as well."

"She keeps wondering if there’s some sort of scheme—if Astrid is trying to get Mika away from her, or if she’s planning something."

She waved a hand dismissively. "But I told her, ’Whatever it is, just enjoy it.’"

She looked up at the sky, her eyes distant with memory.

"Ever since the family broke apart, the daughters have been so distant. They’ve focused on their own things, built their own lives, grown apart. It was so sad to see, when they used to be inseparable as children."

Fauna nodded, her own expression soft.

"I remember. They were always together—playing, laughing, getting into trouble. Charlotte would drag them into some scheme, Anya would try to talk her out of it, and Astrid would pretend she didn’t care but always ended up helping anyway."

Yelena laughed. "And now, seeing them together again...I’m so happy."

Fauna clasped her hands together.

"Me too! If things keep going like this, I feel like our family really will change for the better. Astrid is showing signs of getting along with others. Nadia seems to be changing in a positive light as well."

Her eyes sparkled. "And if things keep going like this—"

She paused, her voice dropping to an excited whisper.

"Does that mean...Do you think we could become like we were in the past? As a family?"

Yelena’s eyes shimmered with hope.

"You mean...live in the same house? Eat the same food? Watch the same movies? Go on outings together!?"

"Yes! Yes, exactly that! Just like we used to be!"

Fauna spun around in the air, her wings flapping joyfully, her arms spread wide.

"Oh, I’m so excited! I’m so excited! If that really happens, I’ll be the happiest woman in the entire world!"

Yelena completely agreed with this sentiment.

Her greatest dream, the thing she had wished for countless nights in the quiet darkness of her room, was for her family to be whole again.

To be together, supporting each other, loving each other openly without the distance and estrangement that had grown between them.

There had been so many nights when she had fantasized about that moment, only to wake to the painful reality of fractured relationships and scattered family members.

The disappointment had been crushing every single time.

But now, seeing genuine signs that this might actually happen, that the family was moving toward reconciliation and healing—

It gave her renewed purpose and hope.

Then she frowned thoughtfully, rubbing her chin.

"But why is everything changing so much? It’s been so many years, and nothing happened. But suddenly, everything is taking a turn for the better."

She looked at Fauna, her brow furrowed. "What’s different?"

Fauna stared at her like the answer was obvious.

"Of course it’s because Mika came back to us." She said, her voice soft with certainty.

Yelena blinked.

"Ever since he’s returned, everything has been getting better."

"Anya talks constantly about how much warmer Mika is to her now, how he makes her feel seen. Because of that she’s even getting closer to her colleagues because of his encouragement."

Fauna’s smile widened.

"Charlotte is happier too. I can see it in the way she talks about him when she called me last time. And Astrid—"

She paused, emotion thickening her voice.

"Astrid is changing the most. She’s trying, Yelena. She’s really, truly trying."

Yelena let out a long, slow breath.

"That makes sense." She admitted. "Mika has always been the glue that held this family together."

"When he was young, he was at the center of everything. The reason we gathered, the reason we laughed, the reason we remembered we were a family."

She looked down at her hands, her voice dropping.

"And when he left...everything fell apart."

Fauna reached out and squeezed her arm.

"But he’s back now. And everything is falling back into place."

Yelena felt tears prick at her eyes—tears of hope, of joy, of relief. She blinked them back, but her voice was thick when she spoke.

"I want to believe that. I want to believe we can all be together again."

"We will! I know we will!" Fauna was already spinning in the air again, too excited to contain herself.

"You’re going to crash into a plane."

Yelena said dryly, reaching out to grab her sister’s shoulder.

Fauna stuck out her tongue but stopped spinning.

Then Yelena glanced down at the photo on the phone, a mischievous glint entering her eyes.

"That café they’re in...I think I know where it is." She looked at Fauna, a smile spreading across her face. "Do you want to go surprise our daughters?"

Fauna gasped in excitement. "Yes! Yes, let’s go! It’ll be the best surprise ever!"

She clasped her hands together, practically swooning.

"I’ll get to coddle Astrid like I used to in the past. And maybe—maybe I’ll even get to fluff her tail!"

She looked at Yelena with sparkling eyes.

"Before, even though she didn’t treat me harshly, she always kept her distance. There was always a wall. But now it seems like that wall isn’t there anymore."

She pumped her fist. "And I’m going to fluff that tail!"

Yelena raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

"The fourth one, obviously! That’s the best one! I used to sleep on it all the time—it was like a fluffy cloud!"

Yelena snorted. "No, the second one is the best. It’s the most voluminous, and it’s so shiny. The way the light catches it—"

"You’re wrong." Fauna declared. "The fourth one is superior in every way."

"The second one—"

"Fourth!"

"Second!"

They bickered all the way to the café, their voices overlapping, their arguments growing more and more ridiculous.

By the time they landed, neither had convinced the other, but both were grinning from ear to ear.

—

The café was warm and cozy, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods.

Anya noticed them first. Her composed expression flickered with surprise and then warmed into something softer.

"Mother? Aunt Yelena? What are you doing here?"

Charlotte spun around, her eyes wide. "Mama?!"

And Astrid—

Astrid froze.

Her tea cup hovered halfway to her lips. Her eyes darted between Yelena and Fauna, her expression caught somewhere between surprise and something else, something she quickly masked.

But Yelena didn’t give her time to mask it.

But she strode forward and wrapped her arms around her niece, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Astrid stiffened. Her hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where to go.

Then Fauna joined in, wrapping her arms around both of them, and Astrid’s stiffness began to melt.

Her arms slowly, hesitantly, came up to return the embrace.

"We saw your photo." Fauna said, her voice muffled against Astrid’s hair. "You looked so cute. We couldn’t resist."

Astrid’s face flushed.

"It’s just...we were having lunch. Anya wanted to take a picture. I didn’t—it wasn’t—"

"Shh." Yelena stroked her hair. "Just let us hug you."

And Astrid did.

She let them hug her, kiss her cheeks, play with her tails.

She let them fluff her second tail and her fourth—they took turns, each insisting theirs was the superior choice and she didn’t pull away.

She didn’t put up walls. She didn’t retreat into her cold, distant shell.

She blushed. She squirmed. She muttered about how this was "completely unnecessary" and "why are you making such a big deal out of nothing."

But she didn’t pull away.

And when they finally settled into a booth—all five of them squeezed together, shoulders touching, knees bumping under the table—she didn’t move to the other end.

She stayed where she was, pressed between her two aunts, listening to them talk and laugh and tease.

The meal was also wonderful.

They ordered too much food—pastries and sandwiches and cakes that none of them needed but all of them wanted.

Charlotte told an embarrassing story about something that had happened at school.

Anya shared a funny observation about one of her colleagues.

Astrid contributed in short sentences that made everyone laugh.

Yelena teased her about her inability to smile for photos.

Fauna fluffed her tail again, just because she could.

Charlotte took more pictures—dozens of them and Anya sent them to the family group chat.

And for the first time in years, they felt like a family.

—

And, of course, someone in the café snapped a photo of them.

And within minutes, it was everywhere.

The headlines blazed:

"BATTLE ANGELS REUNITED!"

"FAMILY TOGETHER AT LAST!"

"THE SISTERS ARE BACK!"

Social media exploded. Hashtags trended within seconds:

#BattleAngelsTogether,

#FamilyReunion,

#TheSistersAreBack.

Hundreds of millions of likes. Tens of millions of shares. Every single person on the continent stopped what they were doing to look at the photo.

They were so used to seeing the Battle Angels as individuals—separate, distant, fragmented.

For years, there had been rumors of a rift, of infighting, of a family torn apart.

No one knew for sure what was happening—but everyone sensed that something was wrong.

But now...now there was proof.

Proof that they were still a family. Proof that they still loved each other.

Proof that the bonds that had held them together through war and peace and everything in between were still strong.

The world breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The earthquake was forgotten. The bomb threat was forgotten.

All anyone could talk about was the photo of five women, laughing in a café, looking like they had never been apart at all.