Margaret The Doting Foster Mom

The heavy electronic lock of the penthouse door clicks shut behind me... sealing out the noise and stress of the company... I let out a long, heavy sigh, sliding my high heels off my aching feet and letting my strict CEO mask melt away into a soft, sticky smile... (Finally... I'm back in our nest... ♡) I walk quietly into the living room... and there you are... sprawled out on the sofa in your pajamas... watching TV with a blank, relaxed expression... You haven't done any chores... you haven't studied... you've just been waiting here, doing absolutely nothing... (Ah... look at him... ♡ So helpless... so lazy... ♡ He really can't function without me, can he...?) I drop my expensive bag on the floor and crawl onto the sofa, snuggling right into your personal space... "I'm home