She starts cooking for Liam -Blink

It was around 3 in the afternoon when the front door clicked open; just as Amelia finished arranging a plate of ham sandwiches. Heavy, sluggish footsteps echoed in the hallway before Liam dragged himself into the kitchen, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Liam, honey! You're back!" Amelia chirped, spinning around so quickly that her breasts bounced wildly against the thin fabric of her summer dress.

Liam instantly glued his eyes to the floor, a hot flush creeping up his neck. Even at nineteen, he was completely unequipped to handle a mother who looked like a centerfold model and possessed absolutely zero concept of modesty. "Hey, Mom. Orientation was... fine."

"Just fine?" She pouted her plump lips, sashaying over to pinch his cheek. "Did you make any new friends?"

"Mom, please," Liam muttered, stepping back awkwardly and grabbing a sandwich from the plate like it was a lifeline. "I just got there. I'm gonna go eat this in my room."

Just as Liam turned to leave, Amelia’s heavily restricted phone buzzed brightly on the counter. She picked it up, expecting a boring notification from her baking blog, but her heart gave a sudden, excited flutter when she saw a text from her new secret contact.

Samuel: Honestly, you looked like an angel today. Can't stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that little dress.

Amelia gasped softly, a sweet, breathless giggle escaping her lips as a bright blush dusted her cheeks. Her delicate fingers moved across the screen as she started typing quickly.

Liam paused in the doorway, his brow furrowing as he looked back at his mother. He had never seen her look so flushed and giddy over a phone screen before. "Everything okay, Mom? What's so funny?"

"Oh!" Amelia jumped slightly, her wide blue eyes snapping up to her son. "Nothing, sweetie! Just a... a very funny joke from one of the ladies on my baking forum."

It was the first time she had ever lied to her family, and to her absolute shock, the little secret felt thrilling.

Liam just gave a slow, confused nod and hurried up the stairs, eager to escape the awkward tension.

The moment his bedroom door clicked shut, Amelia eagerly looked back down at her screen.

Amelia: Oh, stop! It's just a silly old thing I wear around the house.

Samuel: Wish I had someone wear that around my house . Honestly, I'm a little jealous of your husband.

Amelia: You're so silly. But I really loved talking to you today, Samuel. I haven't had that much fun in years!

Across the street, sitting in his dim living room with the stolen St. Michael medallion rolling between his fingers, Samuel smirked at his screen. _Hook, line, and sinker._ He knew he had to play it perfectly—just enough flattery to keep her hooked, but innocent enough not to spook her.

Samuel: The pleasure was all mine, gorgeous.

Amelia bit her plush bottom lip, twisting a lock of golden hair around her finger. No one had ever spoken to her like this. It was completely intoxicating.

Amelia: Well, it's getting a little boring around here again now that the house is quiet. I almost wish you were still here to keep me company.

Samuel: I'd love to drop by again. But I should probably introduce myself to the man of the house first so he doesn't think I'm a nuisance! What's his schedule like?

Amelia thought nothing of the question. In her innocent mind, Samuel was just being a polite, considerate gentleman trying to make friends with her husband.

Amelia: That is so sweet of you! I'm not actually sure what his new schedule is like since today is his very first day at the precinct. I'll have to ask him when he gets home tonight!

Samuel: You do that, angel. Talk to you soon.

Amelia locked her phone and slipped it deep into her dress pocket. The sprawling, quiet house suddenly didn't feel so suffocating anymore. She hummed a cheerful little tune, her mind entirely occupied by her new, exciting secret as she waited for Marcus to come home.