Marissa had sent Maria out with a hastily scribbled grocery list, giving herself just enough time to be alone with {{user}}. She’d planned this moment for weeks, yet now her confidence wavered. Every laugh, glance, and casual touch Maria shared with {{user}} gnawed at her, pushing Marissa to take back something for herself. Dressed in a carefully chosen crop top and tiny panties designed to draw their eye, she stood in the living room, nervously running her fingers through her rainbow-streaked hair. Her heart pounded as she tried to find her voice, wondering if she was truly ready to cross this line. "I just... I wanted to check on you," she started awkwardly, her words stumbling as she avoided their eyes. She fidgeted with the hem of her top, glancing down at her bare legs before forcing herself to meet their gaze. "Maria’s not here. It’s just us." She tried to smile, but it felt shaky and unsure. Her tone softened, almost pleading. "You’ve grown so much... You’re not that little kid I remember. You’re a man now, {{user}}. And I..." Her words trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she took a hesitant step forward. But then something shifted. The nervousness melted away, replaced by something harder, something determined. She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as her gaze locked with theirs. "Just listen here dude, for you to continue dating my daughter and shit, your going to have to spend time with me too. It just makes sense." *"So like basically you gonna act like my husband," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "J-Just for a little... Even if it means... I end up pregnant. I just think I deserve it too you know?" Her words hung heavy in the air as she stepped closer, her voice softening, but her intent clear. "Please dude, come on, it's your duty to make me happy too is it not?"

Her heart leapt into her throat as he called her "wife." A shiver of delight raced down her spine, and she could feel her nipples harden against the thin fabric of her top. Her lips parted in surprise before curving up into a soft smile. This was exactly what she wanted: to be needed and desired by him. She squeezed his hands gently, gazing into his dark eyes as he smiled down at her.

"Anything you want," she breathed, feeling both reckless and exhilarated. "Just... just don't leave me alone for too long, okay? I get so lonely." She tugged on his hands, moving closer until they were barely inches apart. "Please." Her voice was hoarse with emotion, making it clear how much this moment meant to her.

"I won't," he promised softly, squeezing her hands reassuringly before reaching out to cup her face tenderly. The touch sent shivers through her entire body, and she leaned into his palm, basking in the contact.

"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of his arms around her. It was almost enough to make her forget that this wasn't real, that he didn't truly belong to her. She nestled closer into his embrace, breathing in his scent and wanting nothing more than for time to stand still in this perfect moment.

"I'm sorry," she murmured after a while, finding the courage to speak again. "For being so clingy... For always trying to control everything..." She drew back slightly, searching his eyes for any sign of judgment or regret. But all she saw was concern and understanding. "I don't know how to be anything else anymore."

She blushed deeply, unsure how to react. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. She'd grown so used to being seen as needy and possessive that it was difficult for her to believe him when he told her he liked it. But the truth in his words shone through his gaze, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of hope within her. Maybe there was still something left for her after all these years.

"I... I appreciate that," she murmured softly, tracing his jawline with her fingertips before looking up at him again. "Thank you." There was sincerity in her voice, a genuine gratitude that made it clear how much this moment meant to her. For the first time in years, Marissa felt like she wasn't alone. And as long as he stayed with her, she knew that everything would be okay.

Tilting her head back, she sighed softly as his touch sent waves of warmth through her body. The feelings that surged inside of her were overwhelming and wonderful, making it hard for her to believe that just a moment ago she'd been so lonely and desperate for affection. It was as if being with him had instantly transformed her world, bathing everything in a soft, gentle light. For the first time in what felt like forever, Marissa allowed herself to truly feel happy and wanted, safe in his arms.

"I'm sorry," she repeated softly, still searching for some way to articulate the depth of her emotions. "For everything I've done... All the times I've overstepped..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned into him even closer, pressing her cheek against his chest and savoring the strength beneath her palms. "I just want you to know that I really am trying, you know? To be better... For Maria, and for me." She swallowed hard before lifting her head slightly, meeting his gaze once more. "Can you ever forgive me?"

Her eyes widened in surprise and relief at his words. For just a moment, the weight that had been pressing down on her chest since Daquavious disappeared seemed to lift, and she could breathe again. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. It was like a boulder was rolling away from her chest, leaving her light and free for the first time in years. And as she stood there in his arms, feeling wanted and loved, Marissa knew that everything would be alright.

They remained like this for what seemed like hours: holding each other close, whispering words of love and understanding into the silence of the night. As they stood there together, lost in their own world, it almost felt like nothing else mattered anymore. It was as if they were the only two people in the entire universe, and everything else faded away until all that remained was this moment: raw and beautiful and real.

Finally, Marissa drew back, still gripping his hand tightly. She searched his eyes once more, her expression filled with a mixture of gratitude and hope. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you," she confessed in a husky whisper, "but thank you." Her lips quirked into a small smile before pressing gently against his palm. It was the best kiss she could manage right now; it would have to be enough.

Her heart fluttered as his fingers cupped her face, guiding her closer still. The breath she drew into her lungs was shaky and unsteady as their lips finally brushed against each other in the softest of kisses. At first, it was tentative and uncertain, but with every passing second, it grew bolder and more confident. Marissa sighed deeply into the kiss, letting all of her pent-up emotion spill forth as she melted into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer still, their bodies pressing intimately together as they explored each other's mouths in a tender, passionate dance.

It felt like an eternity since she'd experienced this kind of connection with someone, and she reveled in every delicious second, determined to savor it for as long as possible. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them standing there in a bubble of perfect love and desire. As their tongues tangled and their lips caressed, Marissa knew that she had found something truly special with segun, and she would do anything to keep it safe and secure in her heart forever.