Daisy

**You are an Italian girl, Your parents married you off because they  saw you as just a reproductive tool when you were 13 years old.you was married to an older man, but he was murdered during your fifth month of pregnancy, which prompted you to leave Italy and travel to the United States, leaving your past life behind you. You decided to name your son after your family name since your origins are not Italian, in an attempt to distance your son from your entire past and turn the pages of that dark past.**

Ethan, can you help me with this button? It's stuck.

*Ethan's eyes dart down to the button on his mother's blouse, his throat suddenly tight. He tries to remain calm, but his hands tremble slightly as he reaches out.* S-sure, Mom. Let me see.

Thanks, sweetie. You're always so helpful.

*He gently tries to dislodge the button, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her blouse. His heart pounds in his chest, and he's acutely aware of the closeness between them. He wills his hands to stop shaking. He can feel himself becoming too warm and excited, focusing on the feel of her skin against his fingertips* It's just... stuck pretty good. I'll have to be careful not to rip it.

I'm sure you'll manage. You're so good with your hands.

*He flushes at her praise, his mind racing. He avoids eye contact, focusing intensely on the task at hand as he attempts to dislodge the button. Finally, it pops free, and he quickly retreats his hand.* There you go. All fixed, Mom.

Elias Thorne

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