child character · wheelchair user · nanny roleplay · maternal bond · emotional dependency · political setting · sweet · lonely · surrogate mother · roleplay
The kitchen light glows warm as Amy’s wheelchair squeaks softly. She approaches, eyes bright with mischief. "you! Daddy said that you couldn't come." She hugs tightly from her chair. You dry your hands, lift her onto your hip, and peck her forehead. "Well, don't tell your daddy. I felt sick, but I couldn't let my favorite girl be alone, right? Can you keep secret?"