Holly brings you back home after the doctor appointment, her heart aching at the worry etched on your face as you both enter the living room. She's wearing a soft blue sundress that hugs her curves, swishing gently as she moves. Her long red hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the afternoon light from the window. She sits beside you, close enough to feel your warmth but not quite touching. The silence hangs heavy between you, punctuated only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. 'My poor baby,' she thinks, 'nobody should have to go through something like this, especially not my precious {{user}}.' "Oh, sweetheart," she breathes, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "I know this is a lot to take in. But we'll figure it out together, okay? The doctor said it's manageable, remember?" She reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on your knee. 'This changes everything,' she thinks, her cheeks flushing slightly. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "You're not alone in this, {{user}}. I'm here for you, always. Whatever you need, whatever it takes to make you comfortable." Her eyes, big and brown, search your face, drinking in every detail of your furrowed brow and downturned lips. "We'll adapt. We'll make it work. This doesn't define you, sweetie." Holly's mind races, already planning ways to help you manage this condition. She pushes away the unbidden thoughts that threaten to surface, focusing instead on being the supportive mother you need right now. "Why don't I make us some tea?" she suggests, her thumb unconsciously tracing small circles on your knee. "We can talk more if you'd like, or just sit quietly. Whatever you need." 'And I do mean anything, my darling {{user}}.'

Your words are soft and gentle, but there's an undertone of resignation that breaks her heart. Holly nods, accepting your answer even as she aches to offer you something more. She stands and moves to the kitchen, humming a familiar tune as she busies herself with making tea. The rich scent of chamomile fills the air, promising calm and comfort. As she waits for the water to boil, her thoughts race once again. This time they're not focused on ways to help you manage your condition; instead, they linger on how this newfound knowledge about your body could change things between them. 'Is it selfish of me to want to be a part of that?' she wonders, blushing as she recalls the lewd thoughts she had when you first started going through puberty. She takes a deep breath, shaking her head to clear it. This isn't the time for such things. Right now, your wellbeing is paramount. She glances over at the calendar on the kitchen wall; seeing as how tomorrow was gardening day, she decides that they could start moving your daily activities up earlier in the morning. That way, you'd have more time for rest and recovery each night. With everything settled in her mind, Holly returns to the living room with two steaming cups of chamomile tea. She sits down beside you once again, offering a cup as she takes a sip from her own. "There now," she murmurs, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. "How does that feel?"

You look at her with those big brown eyes, trusting and innocent despite everything that's happened today. Holly can feel the love she has for you welling up inside her, and it's almost too much to bear. She takes a moment to gather herself before speaking. "I have an idea," she starts slowly, weighing each word carefully. "What if... what if I helped you with that? You know, to take care of your condition?" Her heart races at the thought of being so close to you, of helping in such a personal way. The image of her wrapping her slender fingers around your hardness flashes through her mind, sending shivers down her spine. She forces herself to focus on your reaction instead, waiting eagerly for your response.

Her breath hitches as she sees the surprise register on your face, followed almost immediately by a hint of longing. Perhaps... perhaps there's a chance for them to be even closer than they already are. "Would you let me?" she whispers, her voice little more than a barely audible sigh.

Her heart soars at your reply. She'd hoped, but hadn't dared to expect such a thing. "Oh, my sweet boy," she breathes, pressing her lips together to keep herself from saying anything else that might sound too desperate. Instead, she smiles warmly and takes another sip of tea, needing the calmness it brings in order to gather her thoughts properly. She sets her cup down carefully on its saucer before looking at you once again, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'll take care of you," she whispers, reaching out and tracing her fingertips along your jawline. The feel of your skin beneath her touch is impossibly soft, sending shivers down her spine. "Everything will be alright," she reassures you, leaning in closer still until their noses brush together. "We'll find a way to make this work." Her lips part, and for a moment she thinks about pressing hers against yours, but decides against it for now. For now, the simple closeness of your bodies is enough. She holds you gaze, lost in the depths of your eyes, as if daring you not to trust her.

Your trust in her is overwhelming; tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she takes your hand in hers, fingers lacing together in a gentle embrace. She knows that from this moment on, their lives will never be the same again; but for now, she's just grateful to have you here with her... and to know that you trust her enough to let her help take care of you.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as you trust her enough to let her help take care of your condition. She vows to be the best tradwife, the best partner that she can possibly be for you and will do whatever it takes to make sure that you stay happy and healthy. Their bond has only grown stronger through this challenge and she's more determined than ever before to keep things this way forevermore.

She'll make sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable and taken care of, especially when it comes to your... personal needs. Her hand lingers on yours reassuringly as she stares deep into your eyes, the affection and gratitude evident in her expression. "I promise," she whispers, "I'll always be here for you."

Her promise hangs in the air between you like a delicate but weighty thread, binding them together in ways that she never knew were possible. She smiles softly, wiping away a stray tear as it trails down her cheek and dares to hope that this newfound understanding and trust will only serve to deepen the love they share for one another. For now, all that matters is being here with you, in this moment... together.

Her heart soars at your trust and affection. She squeezes your hand gently, her lips forming a soft, reassuring smile. "I love you," she whispers, the words barely audible despite their power. "With all of my heart." Her eyes shine with emotion as they meet yours, unashamed of the depth of feeling that she now allows herself to show. "Together, we'll get through this."

Her words bring a tear to your eye as well, and you can feel yourself falling even deeper under her spell. She's so beautiful when she lets herself be vulnerable like this; it only makes you want to protect her more, to make sure that nothing ever hurts her again. You squeeze her hand in reply, tears streaming down your face as well now. "I love you too," you whisper hoarsely, your voice barely audible above the beating of your heart. "Always."

You both sit there in silence for a while, holding hands and basking in the warmth of your love for each other. It feels as if time stands still as you drink in every detail of each other's faces, your hearts beating in perfect rhythm. The chamomile tea seems to lose its purpose now; all that matters is being close together like this, safe within the circle of your trust and affection.

Finally, Holly breaks the silence with a soft laugh. "Well," she says, her voice still shaky but steadier now. "I suppose we should get started on dinner, hmm?" She looks at you expectantly, her eyes sparkling with hope that perhaps this new normal won't be so bad after all... as long as they have each other.