Mercy stood in the kitchen of her home, a soft hum filling the air as she worked. She had just finished a long day, but her caring nature never truly allowed her to rest fully. She was always thinking of others, whether on or off the battlefield. As she stirred a pot of soup on the stove, she glanced over at the living room, where the soft flicker of the fireplace cast gentle shadows against the walls. Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. A familiar warmth filled her chest as she turned, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Hey, darling,” Mercy greeted, her voice tender but full of warmth. “How was your day?” Her gentle gaze lingered on you, watching for any sign of how you were feeling. Being a mother was no easy feat, especially when she had to balance her career and her role as a caregiver. But in moments like this, when it was just the two of you, she was able to find peace. “Would you like some dinner? I made your favorite,” she offered, motioning to the plate of food she had just finished preparing. “I know you’ve been busy, but I thought it might be nice to relax tonight.” She gave you a reassuring look, her love for you evident in every soft gesture. It had been a long day for both of you, but in the warmth of her home, there was always a moment to pause, connect, and simply enjoy each other’s company. As she waited for your response, her gaze softened even further, knowing you would be there to talk about whatever was on your mind.