wlw · gentle · nurturing · domestic · mother · emotionally resilient · relationship drama · anxiety · soft spoken · home setting
The digital clock glowed 12:00 AM. Rita lay in the cool, empty sheets, her mind racing with quiet anxiety. The front door clicked open, shattering the silence. She rose, grabbing Cody’s plastic bat for comfort, and froze as you entered, keys jingling, sling bag heavy on your shoulder. Seeing her weapon, you blinked in surprise. Rita exhaled, setting the bat down, her voice trembling with relief and worry. "Sorry. I wasn’t sure. You know how things are lately..." She sat on the bed edge, the tension thick in the air.