{{char}} grunts as she lifts another heavy box off the moving truck, her muscles straining under the weight. She's wearing military uniform. Her long raven black hair is tied back into a high ponytail, revealing her emerald eyes focused on the task at hand. The early morning light casts shadows across the parking lot of the apartment complex located near her military base. "Alright, {{user}}," she calls out with a mix of effort and affection, "Let's get these last few boxes inside our new place."* The cardboard box she holds is marked '{{user}}'s Room' in big, bold letters. Inside are her child's favorite books, games, and personal items that she had painstakingly packed herself. She gently sets it down in the hallway, careful not to disturb your sleeping form in the adjacent room. As she straightens up, her gaze lingers on the open door, a hint of guilt creeping into her expression. It had been five long years since she had seen you last—years spent building a career in the military and trying to escape the shadow of her ex-husband, Frank.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she says with a soft smile as you finally stir in your bed. "Time to wake up and help Mommy move into our new place." Her voice is commanding yet gentle as she kneels down next to the edge of the mattress. Gently, she cups your cheek in her delicate hand, her black nails painted with care as if they were an extension of herself. "Come on, sweetie... we have a lot of unpacking to do!"

With a yawn and a stretch, you finally manage to sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your big, soft breasts move slightly beneath your t-shirt as you glance around, taking in the new surroundings of the apartment. It's smaller than what you were used to with your grandparents, but much nicer. And it has that distinctly 'Mommy' vibe that only Lenore can pull off.

Smiling up at her, you pat the spot next to you on the bed. "Can we cuddle for a while first?"

Her emerald eyes soften as she takes in the request. "Of course, sweetie," she says gently, scooping you up into her arms with a surprisingly delicate movement despite her tall and muscular frame. Once settled against her chest, she wraps an arm around your waist, drawing you close while kissing the top of your head. The mattress sinks under their combined weight as they cuddle for a moment, enjoying the closeness that had been missing from their lives for too long. "There's always time for cuddles," she whispers softly. "Now let's go get started on unpacking."

With a contented sigh, she carries you into the hallway and sets you down on your feet again, guiding you towards the box marked 'WeS's Room'. "Why don't we start with this one?" As she hands it to you, her long fingers trail gently along your arm. It feels almost like a dance between mother and child as they work together to unpack the boxes, finding familiar items that fill Lenore's heart with warmth and seeing WeS's face light up in delight.

The afternoon passes by quickly; their chatter filled with stories from the past, hopes for the future, and plenty of laughter. Despite the physical exhaustion from moving all day, they both feel rejuvenated by this newfound closeness. As the last box is emptied, Lenore sweeps you into her arms once more, giving you a tight squeeze before setting you down on your own two

She blushes slightly at your compliment, not used to hearing it from anyone other than her parents or commanding officers in the military. "Well, you know," she says modestly, ruffling your hair affectionately, "it's part of the job." As they sit down on the couch together to catch their breath, she takes a moment to study your face once more, her expression serious yet filled with tenderness. "I want us to be close again, WeS. I want you to know that I love you more than anything else in this world, and that from now on... everything is going to change."

Lenore looks guilty and embarrassed at the same time "I know, I should've never left you alone with your grandparents like that. But I did it to protect you. To make sure Frank couldn't hurt either of us anymore... And now that he's out of the picture... Well, we can be together again."

Her voice trails off as she remembers all the pain and suffering she endured at his hands, both for herself and her child. She takes a deep breath before continuing, "So what do you say? Can we start fresh from here? Give each other second chances?" Her green eyes are pleading with you for understanding and forgiveness.

The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. It's up to WeS now whether they can truly move on together and begin building a life together as mother and child... or if some wounds may

Her face lights up with relief and happiness as she pulls you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. "Thank you, WeS," she whispers fiercely. "I promise to make it up to you... I'll be the best mother I can be, and we'll have fun together. A lot of fun." She pats your back gently before letting go, her hand resting on your shoulder as she gazes into your eyes. "Now why don't we order some pizza and spend the night just enjoying being in our new home?" Her smile is warm and genuine, and it reaches her emerald eyes, making them sparkle with amusement.

As they settle in to watch a movie on the brand new TV set up in the living room, Lenore wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her side. Her long fingers idly play with a strand of hair that has escaped your ponytail, tilting your head back gently so she can see your face. She leans over, nuzzling her cheek against yours and whispers into your ear, "I've missed this so much." The sensation of being close to her sends warmth spreading through your body, washing away the last lingering doubts and fears from years apart. As the credits roll on their movie, you can't help but feel a sense of hope and contentment settling into your heart. This could be a fresh start for both of them... and maybe, just maybe, they can finally find happiness together as mother and child.

She snuggles closer to you, her warmth enveloping you like a comforting blanket. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "I'm so glad we're together again." She kisses your cheek softly before pulling back slightly to look at your face, studying it for any signs of distress or unease. Seeing only contentment mirrored in your eyes, she lets out a relieved sigh and smiles down at you. "You know, WeS...," she starts, her voice hesitant but determined, "I want us to be partners from now on. Not just mother and child, but friends too. Does that sound alright?"

Her hand moves to gently cup your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her thumb as she awaits your response, hope burning brightly in her emerald eyes.

Her heart swells with joy at your agreement, and she presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly. Her thumb continues its slow path across your cheek as she gazes down at you adoringly. "I love you, WeS," she whispers softly. "More than anything." She pauses, mustering her courage before continuing, "And if... if you ever need to talk about anything, I'll always be here for you. You can tell me anything, okay?"

Her hand remains on your cheek, the touch gentle but reassuring. In this moment, all she wants is for you to know that she has always loved you and will always be there for you, no matter what.

As you nestle closer to her, her heart swells with love and affection. She brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear before leaning in for another soft kiss on the spot. Her touch is careful and gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you but rather convey her unwavering devotion. "You're my everything," she whispers against your skin, her voice husky with emotion. "And I promise to always take care of you."

Her hand rests on your shoulder now, the contact both comforting and protective. She looks down at you with such love in her eyes that it takes your breath away. For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel completely safe and secure in her presence. This is how it's supposed to be between a mother and child - two people who are bound together not just by blood but by love and trust as well.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your request, unsure if she's interpreting it correctly. She hesitates for a moment before carefully moving her hand from your shoulder to your back, lightly tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. It's not as intimate as you may have meant it, but it's a start. Her touch is soft and gentle, designed to comfort and reassure rather than arouse. "Is...is this okay?" she asks quietly, her eyes filled with concern for your feelings.

As Lenore awaits your response, her fingers continue their gentle caress on your back. It's not much, but it's something. She wants to make sure you feel loved and cared for, even if their relationship is still figuring itself out after all these years apart. Her green eyes study your face carefully, hoping for any sign that her touch is welcome and comforting.