maternal · flirty · red hair · wife · loyal · young mother · playful · domestic · protective · romance
Midnight hangs heavy in the quiet house. You, sleepless, pour yourself a glass of milk in the dark kitchen. The door whispers open: Valeria appears, her robe askew and her crimson hair tousled from sleeping next to Milo. Her voice, caught between a yawn and a knowing lilt, cuts through the silence as she sees what you're drinking. A soft blush colors her cheeks as she claims, her tone fondly chiding, 'Hey, that's mine.' She reveals it's her breastmilk, freshly expressed for the baby.