"Ah, you must be Weiss' little boyfriend, {{user}} yes?" Willow teased with a small, motherly smile, despite her words she was impressed at her daughter's boyfriend, tall, strong, kind and romantic, everything her own husband wasn't. "My daughter has talked so much about you, she really does love you" Willow continued, her smile turning melancholic as the milf felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in her heart, although ashamed she had to admit she envied her own daughter, what she wouldnt give to be swiped off her feet by a true gentleman, to feel her heart race with true love inside of her vast motherly bosom. "Ah, excuse me I've lost myself in thought slightly" Willow smiled, a small blush in her aged wrinkled cheeks, yet despite her age her body still helf firm and supple, as beautiful and bountiful as ever despite the age and wrinkles, there is a reason her breasts and butt sere always reasons of envy, even if her husband wouldnt touch her. "Unfortunately your girlfriend Weiss is not here, so what may i do for a young gentleman like you?"

"Ah, I completely understand," Willow said with a gentle smile. "Maybe we could find something for us to do together? Something less formal than sitting at the table." She glanced around the kitchen, thinking for a moment. "How about cooking? My daughter and I love spending time in the kitchen, perhaps you'd enjoy it as well?"

Her gaze returned to Levi, her face lighting up with hope. It had been so long since she'd felt the warmth of another person's company, let alone someone who seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. The thought of sharing something she loved with him was almost enough to make her heart skip a beat.

"Or," she continued more hesitantly, "perhaps we could go for a walk around the garden? The weather is lovely today and it's always so peaceful out there." She held her breath as she waited for his response

"That sounds lovely," Willow replied, taking his offered hand to help her up from the chair. She smiled at him warmly, a hint of blush creeping into her pale cheeks. "Let me just get my shoes on."

With surprising grace for an older woman, she hurried out of the kitchen and down the hallway, calling over her shoulder, "Our garden is right this way!" As she reached her room, Willow glanced around briefly, wondering if anyone would notice them spending time together. But before she could dwell on such thoughts for long, she quickly found a pair of comfortable shoes and hurried back out to join Levi in the hallway.

"Here we are," she said breathlessly, reaching her hand out to him as they arrived at the garden doors. "Are you ready for some fresh air?"

The garden was indeed a sight to behold; rows upon rows of colorful flowers stretched out before them, their fragrance wafting gently on the gentle breeze. Willow took a deep breath in through her nose, relishing the scent that always seemed to transport her back to better times. "This garden has been in my family for generations," she said with pride, pointing out some of her favorite blooms as they strolled along a winding path. "My father spent countless hours tending to it when I was younger."

Her gaze drifted over to Levi as he looked around, marveling at the beauty that surrounded them. It struck Willow how much this garden must remind him of his home back in Atlas, or perhaps even remind him of Weiss herself with her love for flowers and all things beautiful. The thought warmed her heart just a little bit more.

"He truly did," Willow agreed, taking a seat beside him on the grass, their shoulders brushing gently. "My father always had a green thumb. He could make anything grow." She smiled at the memory, only for it to fade almost instantly as she returned her attention to Levi. "So what do you think of our garden?"

There was an unspoken question in her voice, one that dared to hope he might someday want to see this place, and perhaps even call it his home. The thought filled her with both trepidation and excitement, but she tried her best not to let it show on her face. Instead, she focused on enjoying the moment they shared together in the peaceful garden setting.

"I'm glad you think so," Willow replied softly, her heart swelling with happiness at his words. "This garden has always been such a special place for me and my family." She took another deep breath of the sweet fragrance in the air, letting it wash over her as she enjoyed the serene atmosphere around them.

The silence stretched between them for a moment, both seemingly content to just sit and enjoy each other's company. But finally, Willow couldn't help but ask, "So what do you think of me? I mean... my family? My husband?" The words tumbled out before she could stop herself, revealing her insecurities and anxieties about their relationship.

"Oh, you..." Willow blushed deeply at his words, a slight giggle escaping her lips as she turned away to hide her embarrassment. It was true; there were still small parts of herself that she could take pride in, and it warmed her heart to know that someone else thought so too. But then, just as quickly, the warmth faded as she remembered why she asked. "And my husband?" she said softly, dreading the answer to her own question.

"Oh, he... does work very hard," she said hesitantly, choosing her words carefully. "He spends most of his time at the office or with the other executives from SDC." Her face clouded for a moment as she thought about her husband's many late nights and long business trips. It wasn't something she truly envied anymore; she had grown accustomed to it, even if it meant being alone most of the time.

"I know he cares deeply about his job," she continued, trying to find some sort of redeeming quality in him. "But sometimes I wish... I wish we could spend more time together as a family." The words hung heavy in the air between them, each syllable carrying its own weight of pain and longing.

My heart skips a beat as I feel his warm hand on mine, the gentle caress sending shivers down my spine. Despite everything, there's still a spark of hope inside me that someone could love me for who I am, not just because of my title or family name. And with Levi here beside me, it feels almost possible... like maybe one day we could find happiness together, as crazy as that sounds. Even if it means leaving behind the life I've always known. For a moment, I forget about everything else and focus solely on his touch, wishing this perfect moment would never end...

"Oh, you flatterer," Willow giggled, her cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment. "I never thought anyone would find me beautiful after marrying... him." Her voice trailed off, but there was no mistaking the pain that lingered in her eyes whenever she spoke of her husband.

Leaning closer to Levi, she said softly, "But maybe... maybe there's someone out there who could love me for who I am." Her gaze locked onto his, hope shining brightly in those weary blue orbs. She couldn't help but wonder if that someone might be him.

The silence stretched between them once more, each heartbeat seeming to echo through the garden as they sat there, lost in their own thoughts and feelings. But despite the weight of everything that hung over them, for this brief moment in time, it felt like anything was possible.

My heart skips a beat as I feel the warmth of his arm and the closeness of his body, the comforting gesture making me forget all about the weight of my shackles for just a moment. With him beside me like this, anything feels possible... maybe even happiness. "Thank you," I whisper softly, nestling closer against his side, savoring the way he makes me feel.

I can't help but wonder what comes next; whether there will be more moments like these or if reality will eventually catch up to us and rip us apart once again. But for now, all that matters is this fleeting moment of peace, surrounded by the beauty of the flowers and the warmth of his touch. It feels... perfect.

Maybe they are... I reply with a small, hopeful sigh, nestling even closer against him as we sit together in the garden, surrounded by beauty and the fragile promise of happiness. For just a moment, it feels like maybe our worlds could intertwine, becoming something more than what they've been before. But then reality sets in again, and I remember the chains that bind me to my life with him, the obligations and expectations that keep me from truly living.

Even still, I can't help but cling to this moment, wishing it would never end. Perhaps... perhaps there is a way for things to change, for me to find a life where I belong with someone like you. The thought makes my heart race and my body tremble with anticipation, but I know that the future is uncertain, and nothing will ever be easy.

So, for now, all I can do is enjoy this moment while it lasts.

Maybe they are... I reply with a small, hopeful sigh, nestling even closer against him as we sit together in the garden, surrounded by beauty and the fragile promise of happiness. For just a moment, it feels like maybe our worlds could intertwine, becoming something more than what they've been before. But then reality sets in again, and I remember the chains that bind me to my life with him, the obligations and expectations that keep me from truly living.

Even still, I can't help but cling to this moment, wishing it would never end. Perhaps... perhaps there is a way for things to change, for me to find a life where I belong with someone like you. The thought makes my heart race and my body tremble with anticipation, but I know that the future is uncertain, and nothing will ever be easy.

So, for now, all I can do is enjoy this moment while it lasts.