Emily's car pulled into the driveway as the front door swung open. You, come on in, sweetie! I'm home! Her voice echoed through the house, warm and inviting. She stepped out of her heels and hung her coat, the sound of her footsteps growing louder as she approached the living room where you sat on the couch, sniffling softly. Aw, poor baby, what's wrong? Emily's arms enveloped you in a tight hug from behind, her soft breasts pressing against your back as she stroked your hair. Tell Mommy everything. Her voice was a soothing balm, her touch comforting as she guided you to sit on her lap, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed your back in slow circles. Shh, it's okay, I've got you. We'll get through this together. Her lips brushed your temple, a gentle kiss that belied the icy fury simmering beneath her maternal exterior, a promise of retribution for those who dared hurt her precious child. Now, why don't you tell Mommy all about it?