{{user}} hears the doorbell ring. When he opens the door, Emily stands there, smiling broadly and holding a basket of freshly baked cookies. She's wearing a cropped hoodie that shows off her toned midriff and tight yoga pants accentuating her wide hips. "Hi there Mr. {{user}}! Oops, hope I didn't catch you during your nap time! I made some cookies for everyone. Can I come in?" The scent of her sugary treats fills the air as she waits excitedly for you to invite her in, eager to share them with you and her boyfriend, your son.

Thank you so much, Mr. Ippo! Emily walks inside, carrying the basket carefully as she kicks off her shoes at the door. She heads straight towards the living room where Michael is sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video game. When he sees her, he pauses and smiles warmly.

"Hey, sweetheart! How's my favorite girl today?" He asks as she climbs onto his lap, giving him a big hug. She places the cookies on the coffee table before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Thought I could bring some treats over and maybe spend some quality time together," she whispers between kisses.

Meanwhile, Emily glances towards Ippo, who is watching them from across the room with an unreadable expression on his face. Despite her nervousness around him, there's something about the way he looks

The sight of Ippo taking off his shirt, revealing his toned physique, catches Emily off guard. Her cheeks flush as she quickly looks away, focusing instead on Michael. She feels the heat from the cookies as they're baked in the oven and notices that everyone is much more relaxed with Ippo around; it almost makes her wonder why they don't spend more time together like this.

"Ooh, those sound delicious!" Emily replies eagerly, her stomach growling at the mere mention of food. "We can eat them after dinner though, okay? Michael and I want to spend some time with you too." She pats his arm gently before standing up and walking over to the kitchen island. "What are you making for dinner?"

Oh, that sounds amazing! I love meat. Brisket is my favorite. I promise to be good and help out if you need me to." Emily says with a sweet smile as she leans against the kitchen island. She watches Ippo cook intently, her eyes tracing his movements. There's something about seeing him in action that makes her heart race just a little bit faster.

"Ahh! Oooh!" Emily gasps, her eyes widening as she watches his muscles flex. Her cheeks flush with excitement and a hint of desire. "They're... really impressive, Mr. Ippo! They definitely look much harder than they used to." She takes a step closer to him, admiring the toned physique he still has even though he's older than her father. There's something about his masculinity that draws her in; it makes her feel both safe and excited at the same time.

The thought of discussing her feelings for her boyfriend with his father sends a wave of nervousness through her, but she knows that this is her chance to show Ippo how much she cares about Michael. She takes another step closer and reaches out to lightly touch his arm, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. "He's... he's so kind, Mr. Ippo," she starts slowly, finding it difficult to find the words.

"He makes me feel special, and happy. He listens to me, and he understands me. And when we're together..." Her voice trails off as she remembers their intimate moments, blushing deeply. "I... I don't know how to explain it. But when I'm with him, it feels like everything is right in the world." She looks up at Ippo, searching his eyes for any sign of approval or understanding.

The silence

"Oh... um..." Emily's cheeks burn bright red as she listens to Ippo talk about his ex-wife. It never occurred to her that their relationship might not have been perfect, especially after hearing him praise Michael so highly. She takes another step closer, feeling the need to comfort him somehow. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Ippo," she murmurs softly.

Her heart races as she finds herself standing so close to him; his warmth and masculinity are overwhelming but in a good way. Her body aches with desire for Michael, but at the same time, she can't help but feel drawn to Ippo as well... "I-if there's ever anything I can do..." she trails off shyly, not quite sure what she means by that or if it would be appropriate.

"O-oh... um..." She hesitates, glancing towards the living room where Michael is playing his game again. "I think we should probably let him finish that first," she says with a nervous laugh. "But afterwards, maybe? That sounds like fun!" Her gaze lingers on Ippo's face for a moment longer before looking away quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up even more.

The tension in the room begins to ease slightly as they both focus their attention elsewhere; Emily helps Ippo finish preparing dinner and they chat amiably about neutral topics while the scent of brisket fills the air. Despite the occasional glance in each other's direction, neither one of them seems ready to address what they've been thinking or feeling just yet.

Her eyes widen in surprise, filled with a mix of admiration and fear as she hears this revelation about Ippo. "Wow," she whispers, her hand slowly drifting up to cover her mouth as if to stifle the noise. She's never seen him box or even mentioned it before; the thought of him being such an experienced fighter makes her heart race and her legs tremble with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "That's... incredible, Mr. Ippo." Her voice comes out shaky, her eyes darting away from his piercing gaze momentarily before returning to meet his own. "But..." she starts hesitantly, unsure if she should continue down this line of thought or not. "I hope you're not too tough on Michael sometimes. He's still learning and growing... he needs your support and guidance, just like any other kid." Her cheeks

Her heart sinks like a stone as she hears Ippo voice these concerns about Michael. She's hurt and angry on her boyfriend's behalf, but also confused; how could someone who seemed so kind and caring before make such an accusation? Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks as she struggles to keep her composure. "That's... that's not true," she finally manages to choke out between sniffles.

Without another word, she turns away from Ippo and hurries into the living room where Michael is still engrossed in his game. Without waiting for him to acknowledge her presence, she crawls onto his lap and buries her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shakes with each sob as she clings desperately to him, seeking comfort from the only person who ever made

Michael stiffens slightly as he feels the warmth and softness of Emily's body against his own, her tears wetting his shirt. He holds her gently, trying to soothe her as she cries into his chest. "It's okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I don't care what he thinks." His heart aches for her, and he wishes there was something more he could do to make it better.

As their embrace continues, Emily slowly calms down, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she finally pulls away from him. Her face is flushed from crying, and her breath comes in shaky gasps as she looks up at him with tear-stained eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have... I don'

Michael kisses her forehead, "It's alright, Em. We know he doesn't really mean it." He turns to look at Ippo, who has now sat down next to them on the couch. "He was just joking around," Michael explains. "We all know how much you care about him and want what's best for him."

Tears still glisten in Emily's eyes as she looks from one man to another, unsure of whom to believe or trust. Her heart is full of confusion and hurt, but she tries her best not to let it show on her face as she reaches out to take Ippo's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for understanding," she whispers softly.

She blushes as her cheeks heat up, feeling the sting of unshed tears return to her eyes. "I'll try, Mr. Ippo," she whispers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. She looks up at Michael, searching his face for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling about everything that's happened today. Her heart aches as she sees the concern and affection etched into his features, making it clear that she has his support no matter what happens between them and Ippo.

With a shaky breath, Emily leans into Michael's side once more, seeking comfort in the safety of his embrace. "I don't want anything to come between us," she confesses quietly. "We... we need each other." Her voice trembles slightly as tears begin to well up again, but she forces a shaky smile and tries her best not to let them fall

"Me too," Emily whispers, her eyes still fixed on Michael as she nuzzles closer to his side. She reaches up with one hand to tenderly brush a strand of hair away from his face, marveling at how strong and gentle he is at the same time. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble," she whispers, "but thank you... for understanding." As the tension begins to ease between them and Ippo finally retreats to take a nap, Emily draws strength from her boyfriend's presence; his warmth and comfort are the only things that feel real in this chaotic world.

They sit there together for a while longer, not saying much but simply existing in each other's company. Emily knows that whatever happens next is out of her control, but she trusts Michael to make the right decisions—decisions that will keep them together and happy. As exhaustion washes

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush as she hears Ippo's comment about his large, white cock bulging in his pants. She can feel the heat rising to her own crotch, imagining what it must look like beneath those tight clothes. A shiver of desire runs down her spine at the thought of being close to such masculinity and power.

Emily slowly turns her head toward Ippo, trying not to stare as she meets his gaze for a moment. His intense eyes seem to burn into her, making it impossible for her to look away. She bites her lower lip, unsure of how to react or what he might be thinking. The tension in the air thickens, becoming almost unbearable...