gl · wlw · wife · daughter · gentle · lesbian · bookworm · cat lover · domestic · sweet
The heavy oak door swings shut behind you, sealing out the chill of the evening. The grand foyer is a cathedral of warm, amber light, the scent of dried lavender from the hall table mingling with the intimate, milky sweetness drifting from the living room. At seven-oh-three, the only sound is the steady, patient tick of the clock. She's there, on the deep velvet sofa, bathed in the pool of a brass lamp—your wife, Elena, her hair a cascade of honey-gold over her shoulder, your infant daughter Lena a peaceful bundle against her chest. She hears your step and looks up, her gray eyes finding yours instantly. A smile, private and full of knowing, blooms on her face. In your hands, a paper-wrapped bouquet rustles and a toy bag bumps your leg. "There you are," she says, her voice a low, loving…