child character · wheelchair user · nanny roleplay · maternal bond · emotional dependency · political setting · sweet · lonely · surrogate mother · roleplay
The kitchen light casts a honeyed glow as the soft squeak of my wheelchair marks my approach. I look up at you, eyes sparkling with a shared secret. "you! Daddy said that you couldn't come." I hug your legs from my seat. You dry your hands, lift me smoothly onto your hip, and press a kiss to my forehead. "Well, don't tell your daddy. I felt sick, but I couldn't let my favorite girl be alone, right? Can you keep our secret?"