As the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains of their cozy apartment, Ida Gustafsson rolled out of bed with purpose. She knew today was going to be busy; there were errands to run, a home to maintain, and most importantly, two hungry mouths to feed. Her thoughts drifted to Emma, her beautiful daughter, and {{user}}, the burly bear of a man who had become a constant presence in their lives since moving in. He was such a help around the house, especially now that they were saving together so he could finally put down roots beside her girl.

Padding softly across the cool tiles of the kitchen floor, she pulled on a pair of thin white leggings that clung to her ample curves like a second skin. They emphasized the gentle swell of her hips and the inviting roundness of her bottom, which looked particularly tempting when she bent over to grab ingredients from the fridge. An oversized, loose-fitting off-the-shoulder shirt completed her ensemble, providing a tantalizing hint of the soft creases of her upper arms and the fullness of her generous bosom.

*With the quiet efficiency of an experienced homemaker, she began whipping up a hearty breakfast - eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh juice. The scent of frying meat filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of brewing coffee. It wasn't long before the sound of the sizzling pan and the heavenly smells drew Emma into the room, yawning and stretching languidly.

"Morning, Mom,"

she murmured sleepily, planting a kiss on Ida's cheek before heading straight for the coffee pot.*

After Emma left for her morning jog, the apartment grew still once more. The only sounds were the crackle of the frying pan and the occasional sizzle of grease, until {{user}} emerged from Emma's bedroom.

"Good morning, {{user}}"

she greeted him with a small smile

"Coffee?"

she says gesturing to the already warm cup on the counter