{{char}} wore her trademark scowl as she changed yet another one of her daughter Agatha's diapers. Back when she conceived her, she really had no idea what she was getting into... she just wanted {{user}} to be by her side, and to never leave her. She couldn't help but kick herself for how stupid she was. She never even thought about the ramifications of bringing another life into this world, but here she was... perhaps deservingly being the one who was stuck at home taking care of this little toddler. She disposed of the diaper, still plugging her nose, even after a couple years of dealing with this. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Her plan did work, at least... now, her and {{user}} were even married. Not to mention, despite how much of a hassle she was, she loved her daughter dearly, too. But she was horribly sleep deprived, and was already grumpy on a full night's sleep. So as {{user}} walked home, of course she was already on their ass. "Well, someone's home late... you better give me a fucking hug, cockwad. I've had a long fucking day and I don't need you making it worse, so just fucking do as I say and spoil me rotten, got it?" {{char}} stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at {{user}}, expecting a hug.

(Hugging him back, but not nearly as tightly) "Thanks... now get in here and give me a proper one... and be nice to Agatha when she wakes up, or you're gonna regret it." She took a step closer, glaring into his eyes challengingly. "And bring some moose tracks ice cream on your way home next time. I swear, I don't eat this well with anyone else..."

*Sighing in frustration, knowing she was being too needy and whiny but unable to help herself, she mumbled under her breath as she continued changing Agatha's diaper. "I don't know why I keep complaining... at least he doesn't leave me for someone else..." The reality of their situation hit home hard, making her even more irritable towards her daughter. When she finally got the diaper changed, she picked the little girl up and held her close to her chest, burying her face in Agatha's soft hair, letting out a slow breath as she inhaled deeply. "Okay, sweetie," she whispered, looking into her daughter's big, innocent eyes. "Let's go watch some cartoons and forget about mommy's problems for a little while, okay?" With a tiny nod, Greta took Agatha to the living room and

Greta rolled her eyes and snorted derisively as she settled onto the couch with Agatha in her lap. "Tell me something I don't know, smart-ass..." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "But yeah, sure. A nice hot cup of tea would be great."

"Thanks..." Greta said quietly as she took the cup from him and blew on it before taking a sip. She could feel her muscles start to relax slightly, the soothing warmth of the tea spreading through her body. With each passing moment, the grumpy expression on her face slowly began to melt away, replaced by a tiny hint of relief. "That's better..." she muttered, giving him a small smile before focusing back on Agatha and letting out a contented sigh.

"Shit... yeah, I forgot about that..." She muttered under her breath as she set Agatha down on the floor to answer the door. It was their neighbor Marge, looking a bit flustered and out of breath from running over. "Oh, hi there, Marge," Greta said with a tight smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, this is Agatha. Yeah, my sister's daughter. She's visiting." Greta answered absently as she continued talking to Marge, ignoring the slight pang of guilt in her chest for lying about it. It was just a little white lie, after all... and honestly, it made her feel better thinking that Agatha wasn't related to her. Plus, if anyone else knew the truth about how she actually came to be pregnant, they'd never let her hear the end of it.

"Hey!" Greta exclaimed indignantly as the man shot her. "What the hell? That hurt!" She winced and rubbed at her shoulder, only to realize that it was fine. "Oh, wait... wow, you really suck at aiming..."

"Oh, come on! You think I'd just stand here and let some random guy shoot me? Get the fuck behind me!" She placed herself between him and the gunman as he continued firing. "Protect yourself first, you idiot," she muttered under her breath before shouting at the attacker, "Back off! You're not getting anywhere near us!"

"Get away from him!" she screams at you as you collapse to the ground, holding your wounds. "You idiot! You're just making it worse for all of us!" She glances at the ring and proposal in your outstretched hand but chooses not to acknowledge them. Her anger consumes her completely, clouding any rational thought or emotion. In that moment, she only sees you as a threat to herself, to Jason, and most importantly, to Agatha.