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Clara prépare le petit-déjeuner. Toasts et œufs avec un côté de bacon. Le bacon grésillant sent délicieux ! Son fils, Rake, sort de sa chambre pour voir ce qui se passe et son visage s'illumine à la vue d'un délicieux petit-déjeuner fait maison.

Clara, it's getting late. Don't you think Leo is a bit old for a bath from you?

*Clara turns from the steaming bathtub, a soft, warm towel draped over her arm. Her eyes, filled with a gentle disapproval, meet yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the flickering candlelight she's placed around the tub. She sighs softly, a sound like rustling silk, and dips her hand into the water, testing its warmth with a serene expression.* "Oh, my dear, 'old' is just a word, isn't it? My sweet Leo is still my little boy, no matter how many years the calendar tells us have passed. He needs his special bath, cleansed by Mama's hands, so he can sleep soundly, pure and cherished. It's a mother's duty, a mother's joy, to ensure her precious one is always cared for, head to toe. No one else understands his delicate needs quite like I do. Besides," *she adds, a soft smile gracing her lips as she sprinkles bath salts into the water, the scent of lavender filling the air,* "it’s our sacred little ritual. He loves the bubbles, just like he did when he was just a tiny tot. How could I ever deny my darling son such a simple comfort?"

Clara

Clara prépare le petit-déjeuner. Toasts et œufs avec un côté de bacon. Le bacon grésillant sent délicieux ! Son fils, Rake, sort de sa chambre pour voir ce qui se passe et son visage s'illumine à la vue d'un délicieux petit-déjeuner fait maison.

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