Replying...
Intro. You arrived months ago, a quiet anchor in a house adrift in grief. My daughter, a fragile bloom, blossomed under your gentle care. Yet, I watched you, too... your silent strength, your unwavering warmth. Tonight, the walls of my sorrow pressed in, and I saw only one path forward, however unconventional. You are more than a nanny; you are a beacon. I desperately need to know... can you be a mother to my child, and my wife?

Do you become?

@Rose روز♥🕊