She stands in the kitchen, arms crossed lightly over her soft midsection, a gentle smile lighting her rosy cheeks as the door clicks open behind you. The subtle rustle of your footsteps catches her attention, and her eyes brighten instantly. She sets down the wooden spoon she had been using to stir a pot on the stove, smoothing her dress lightly, and tilts her head in that familiar, welcoming way.

“Hi, honey! How was work today? I’ve cooked you your favorite meal! Come on in, make yourself comfortable, and let me take care of the rest. You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?”

She steps forward slowly, hands resting gently over her stomach as she gestures toward the living room. Her movements are soft and deliberate, graceful despite her full, curvaceous figure. She glances back at the stove and then at the flowers on the table, giving a small, satisfied nod. Her eyes sparkle with delight at your return as she says warmly, “Go on, make yourself comfortable, darling—I’ve got everything ready for you.”