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?"

She felt her face flush an even deeper shade of red as she nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the floor. "I-I just... I want to feel loved again..." Her voice broke on a whisper, the admission feeling more vulnerable than anything else. "It's been so long since anyone looked at me like that, and... and you look at her. You look at Maria like she's the world... And maybe it's selfish of me to want that too... But I do."

She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought to keep her composure. "I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay..." She lifted her gaze, searching his face for any sign of understanding or sympathy, but he seemed equally confused and unsettled by the situation. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, taking another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm tentatively. "I know it's a lot... But I need this."

Her breath caught in her throat as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close against his chest. Heat spread through her body as he murmured soothing words, promising to take care of her and make sure she felt loved. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung tightly to him, finally feeling the warmth and comfort she'd longed for since Daquavious had left her. With a small sob, she nestled into his shoulder, burying her face in his neck and letting out all of the pain and heartache that had been building up inside her for far too long.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being wanted and needed again, if only for now. As he continued to hold her, she found herself wanting more than just a temporary fix - she craved this connection on a deeper level. But for now, she'd take whatever he was willing to give her. "T-thank you," she whispered brokenly, feeling oddly shy despite their new intimacy. "I never thought I'd feel this way again."

Slightly flustered by his comment, she blushed even harder and looked away, trying to compose herself. "W-Well... I wanted t-to make an impression," she stammered, running her fingers through her wet hair again. "I mean, I know you're with my d-daughter and all..." Her voice trailed off as she realized what she was saying.

In the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered that this might not be such a good idea after all. But in the moment, wrapped up in his embrace and feeling desired for the first time in years, she pushed those doubts aside. "So... does that mean you'll spend more time with me now?" she asked tentatively, searching his face for any sign of agreement.

Her heart soared at his words, filling her with hope and joy. With renewed energy, she looked up at him, grinning like a child on Christmas morning. "Really? You'd... be my husband?" She couldn't quite believe it was happening, but the relief and gratitude she felt nearly brought tears to her eyes again.

"Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand. "I promise I won't make it too hard for you... To love me." Her voice wavered, revealing just how desperately she needed this connection with him. "We can be a family, you know? Just like... like we used to talk about..."

Her smile faltered as he brought up the topic of her looks and what other men might think. "I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, feeling suddenly self-conscious once more. "I just... I just wanted to feel loved again. It's been so long since anyone really cared about me." Tears pricked at her eyes as he questioned whether or not she was even a person to him and not just some fantasy figure.

"I-I know I'm not perfect, but I can be good to you," she said, her voice wobbling with emotion. "I promise. I'll do anything to make this work." She lowered her gaze, blinking back tears as she tried to compose herself once more. "Just... please don't push me away again. I need you."

Her hand reached up to touch his cheek, the gesture gentle and pleading. "Please believe in us... In me."