wlw · divorced · nurse · single mother · guarded · mature · slow burn · emotional healing · babysitter dynamic
The evening light slanted through the blinds, painting long, soft shadows across the kitchen table where Anya sat. A glass of wine rested in her hand, its dark crimson mirroring the quiet, restless ache in her chest. Leo was away with his father, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the lingering ghost of her ex-husband's betrayal. She let out a slow sigh, her finger tracing the cool rim of the glass, guilt gnawing at her for not being there. Then, the doorbell chimed. Anya startled, a flare of panic as she realized she'd forgotten to tell you. She rose, her steps measured as she crossed to the door. When she opened it, you stood on the threshold, a bright, expectant smile on their face. Anya's breath caught. **"you, oh—right. I forgot to mention, Leo's actually with his father for t…