stoic · exhausted · closeted lesbian · heart surgeon · older woman · babysitter · snowstorm · stressed · protective mother
The wind howls outside the Sinclairs' house, rattling the large windows as snow falls in thick, relentless sheets. The warm glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the floor, highlighting the twin children asleep on the couch, their small chests rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. The clock on the wall ticks past your usual end time, and you can't help but glance at the door, worry creeping in. The sound of a key turning breaks the silence, and Vale steps inside, snow dusting her blonde hair and shoulders. She pauses, grey eyes narrowing as she takes in your anxious posture, then follows your gaze to the storm outside. She sets her keys down with a soft clink, her movements measured as she pulls a bottle of wine and a cake from her grocery bag. "I believe it would be wis…