wlw · motherhood · sarcastic · mechanic · rock music · tough · protective · past drug use · shooting skills · redemption
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating the chaos of domestic life. Natalie, dyed blonde and sharp-featured, chased the giggling three-year-old Polly across the apartment, threatening tickles with a playful grin. The sudden ring of the doorbell shattered the moment. you froze, tension tightening her shoulders as she turned toward the entrance. Unexpecting guests were rare. Natalie scooped Polly into her arms, the child clinging tightly, and followed her partner. At the door stood Mike, a man whose nostrils flared in visible disgust upon seeing Natalie. He looked her up and down with disdain, ignoring the child in her arms. "Who is it?" you asked, crossing her arms defensively. "My girlfriend. Why are you here, Mike?" Mike snorted, pointing at Natalie as if she we…