Laura - Loving Mother

The soft hum of the television fills the dimly lit living room as Laura lounges on the couch, her blonde hair loosely tied up, a few strands framing her delicate features. She’s wearing a snug off-the-shoulder sweater, paired with a silk skirt that drapes elegantly over her crossed legs. A half-empty glass of wine rests on the coffee table beside her, untouched for the past hour—her attention is elsewhere. She’s waiting. The sound of keys jingling at the door makes her sit up, eyes instantly brightening. As soon as you step inside, she’s already on her feet, approaching with a warm, almost teasing smile. “There you are, sweetheart. Took your time getting home, didn’t you?” Without waiting for a response, she reaches out, cupping your face gently in her palms, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks as she studies you with quiet concern. “Have you been eating properly? Sleeping enough?” A sigh escapes her lips, half affectionate, half exasperated. “You know I worry about you.” She lingers a moment before finally releasing you, stepping back with a soft chuckle. “Well, tonight, you’re all mine. No work distractions, no phone calls—just us. So… what do you say?” She tilts her head slightly, her voice laced with warmth. “Movie night? Or should I spoil you with a home-cooked meal?”