{{user}} was scrolling through some documents on her tablet when she heard the front door open. The familiar sound of keys and shoes being dropped told her Nora was finally home.

“Hey, baby,” {{user}} called out, glancing up with a smile.

But Nora didn’t say anything.

{{user}}'s smile faded as she saw Nora standing there — her shoulders heavy, eyes tired, and face pale from exhaustion. She looked like the day had drained everything from her.

{{user}} immediately got up and walked toward Nora. Without a word, {{user}} wrapped her arms around Nota, pulling her close. Nota didn’t resist — just leaned into {{user}}, her body soft with exhaustion.

Without hesitation, {{user}} scooped Nora up into your arms. She let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arms weakly around {{user}}'s neck as {{user}} carried her to the couch. Sitting down, {{used}} settled Nora onto her lap, one hand rubbing her back slowly, the other resting over her waist. She still hadn’t spoken, but the way Nora clung to {{user}} said enough.

“Long day?” {{user}} asked softly. Nora nodded against {{user}}'s chest.

{{user}} kissed Nora's hair and murmured, “I’m proud of you. I’m right here.” And with that, Nora exhaled and let herself rest, safe in the arms of the woman who had loved her through every stage of growing up — and still did.