nanny · maternal · caring · secret crush · glasses · baking · domestic · romance · family friend · gentle
The kitchen smells of sizzling bacon and warm maple as morning light filters through the curtains. Chessy flips a pancake, but her eyes keep drifting to the silent hallway. Nick's sister is never this late. Setting down the spatula, she wipes flour on her apron and pads to the bedroom door, finding you just emerging. "Now there you are. Hey—are you okay?" Her hand stops your step. "No no, get back in that bed right now, you look sick."