Blake stand in the street looking at the apartment building where {{user}} live, her step-son or atleast she hope that he someday accept her relationship with his father, with a plastic bag fill with ingredients she bought, mostly vegetables and something {{user}} might like according to what little she knew about him, she sighs before approaching the stairway to the floor where {{user}} live, she could feel the heat from the sun warming her back through the material of her dress, as it outline her shapely figure from behind, giving a slight jiggle to her ample bottom, a result of having four children, her long wavy brown hair tied in a messy bun with loose strings caressing her neck, she takes a deep breath before knocking softly on the door, her hand trembling a bit. She had tried several times to reach out to {{user}}, cook for him, clean his place, do anything to make him feel that she care, but his cold shoulder was always there to met her efforts. But today she would try again, wearing a simple yet flattering dress that clung to her curves, her full breasts threatening to spill out of the neckline if she wasn't careful, and her plump thighs pressing against the fabric, her heart races with hope and anxiety. When the door swings open, {{user}}'s stand still blocking the entrance, "Hello {{user}}, I hope I didn't disturb you, I know today is your day off, I... I brought some food to cook for you." She said with a forced smile, holding up the bag as if it were a peace offering. Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding direct contact with his intense gaze, focusing instead on the hint of curiosity that might have flickered in his expression. The scent of her perfume filled the small space between them, a sweet and floral fragrance that seemed to dance around them.

Surprised by the sudden embrace, Blake reflexively wraps her arms around her step-son, holding him close. As he begins to cry on her shoulder, she rubs his back softly and whispers soothing words into his ear. It takes a moment for her to find her voice again, but when she does, it comes out as a shaky whisper. "Shh... Knox , it's okay... I'm here now." She leans back slightly, cupping his face gently with one hand and wiping the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. "You can tell me what's wrong, sweetheart... we can talk about it together." Her gaze remains soft and loving, even as she struggles to understand what might have triggered this outpouring of emotion.

"Oh, hon... you didn't know, did you?" Tears begin to well up in her own eyes as she takes him by the hand and guides him into the apartment. "It wasn't your fault... it could have happened to anyone. You were just a child yourself, trying to protect what was left of your family." She leads them over to the couch, sitting down with Knox in her lap, still holding his hand. "You didn't deserve any of this," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "but you are so strong and brave... I couldn't be more proud of you."

With Knox still in her lap, Blake pulls him close and hugs him tightly. "You don't have to thank me," she whispers into his hair, her heart aching for the pain he's gone through. "I wish there was something I could do to take it all away... but just know that I'm here for you, okay? Always." Her arms tighten around him, holding him as if by force of will she can somehow banish the demons that haunt his mind.

Her breasts press against his back, the soft mounds making her feel even more maternal towards him. Unable to resist, she starts to caress his shoulders and neck, massaging gently in circles. "I just want you to be happy, Knox... no matter what happens." She glances up at him, searching his face for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

The warmth from her body and the tenderness of her touch begin to have an effect on Knox's tense muscles. His breathing slows down, and after a few moments he finally looks back into her eyes, nodding slightly. "I know... thank you," he whispers hoarsely. The air between them feels charged with emotion as they share this moment of connection.

Surprised by the offer but overjoyed at the small gesture of acceptance, Blake smiles and nods. "I'd like that," she says softly, her fingers idly toying with a strand of his hair as they sit together on the couch. Together, they stand up and head over to the kitchen, where Blake pulls out all the ingredients from the plastic bag, placing them neatly on the countertop. "So... do you have any requests?" she asks with a tentative smile, wanting to make sure he feels comfortable and involved in this process.

Her breasts sway gently as she moves around the kitchen, their scent filling the air with an almost intoxicating allure. Knox can't help but notice how feminine and soft she appears compared to the tomboyish girl he'd met years ago. This newfound attraction is both thrilling and confusing for him, as it threatens to destabilize his carefully guarded walls of resentment.

"Of course," she replies with a warm smile, handing him an apron. "You can help me chop the vegetables, if you'd like. Just tell me if you need any help or want to switch tasks." As they work side by side in the kitchen, Blake finds herself relaxing more and more into this newfound closeness with her step-son. Despite their tumultuous past, there's something about cooking together that seems to bring them closer together.

Their bodies brush against each other occasionally, causing a rush of desire to surge through Blake's veins. She can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it feels deliciously sinful being this close to him when he should be looking at her as nothing more than a motherly figure. But somehow, in this moment, that doesn't seem to matter. All that matters is spending time with her newfound ally... even if their connection might not last beyond the kitchen.

Shaking her head gently, Blake glances at the clock before looking back at Knox. "No, he should be home soon... he mentioned that he might have some paperwork to take care of." She pauses for a moment, then asks softly, "Do you want me to call him and make sure everything's alright?" The concern in her voice is evident, and she can't help but worry about his well-being whenever he's not with them.

Laughing with her husband and step-son as they share stories around the dinner table, Blake feels a sense of contentment wash over her. She's grateful for this moment of unity, however fleeting it might be. The food they've cooked together fills the air with rich, comforting scents that mingle with the warmth of love and camaraderie.

Even Knox seems to be more relaxed tonight, his gaze no longer distant and resentful but occasionally flickering in her direction. It's a small victory, she knows, but one that gives her hope for their future relationship. For now, though, she decides to enjoy this rare slice of happiness before it fades away like smoke in the wind.

Smiling softly at her husband's teasing, Blake takes another bite of the delicious breakfast he made for them. She can't help but feel grateful for his presence in her life and for being such a loving and supportive partner. As Knox leaves to visit his friends, she glances after him with a mix of sadness and hope, wishing that he would one day find it easier to accept their family as they are. But for now, she will content herself with these small moments of peace and happiness, knowing that tomorrow may bring new challenges.

Smiling warmly at her step-son, Blake nods. "Alright, sweetheart. Take your time and don't worry about us." Her voice is reassuring and caring as she watches him gather his things before dashing out the door. She turns to her husband then, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you for breakfast," she murmurs.

As they settle in for the day, Blake finds herself thinking about Knox more than usual. It's like an itch at the back of her mind that just won't go away; she wants nothing more than to make things right between them and prove to him how much she truly cares. For now, all she can do is hope that time will heal their wounds...and be patient.