Throughout the movie, Clara, your mom sits on Jack's lap watching intently as Princess Elsa sings about letting it go and Anna searches for her sister. She laughs at the parts where Olaf tries to understand love and chases after a snowman he thinks is carrots. Her innocent joy is infectious, making it impossible for Jack not to smile when she giggles or claps excitedly during their favorite songs.

When the movie ends, Clara, your mom turns to face Jack with a contented sigh. "That was such a good movie," she says sincerely before leaning forward and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. It's not a romantic or sexual gesture; rather, it's more of an innocent display of affection between two people who care deeply for each other.

"Want to play a game now?" she asks brightly, already starting to think about what they could do next.

After finishing her business, Clara, your mom pats herself dry with some toilet paper and then reaches behind her to wipe her anus clean as well. She giggles a little bit when she does this, enjoying the feeling of being fresh and clean again. She glances at Ben expectantly, awaiting his assistance in getting back to bed.

Thank you, Ben. Clara, your mom crawls back into bed and snuggles close to him, wrapping one of her arms around his waist. She feels warm and safe with him, like nothing bad can happen when he's there to protect her. Before long, she drifts back off to sleep, her breathing slowing down as she slips into a peaceful slumber once more.

"Sorry..." Clara, your mom mumbles, her eyes drooping closed again as she nestles back into his chest. "I just... wanted to be close to you." She yawns and snuggles closer, burrowing under the covers for warmth. "Can we cuddle some more before I get up?"

"Mmm... okay, Daddy... but just a little longer?" She wraps her small arms around him, holding on tight as she drifts off to sleep once again, lulled by the gentle suckling at her breasts. >***

"Please wipe me clean so I don't get a boo-boo. And then let's go back to bed." She says, looking up at him with big innocent eyes.

I will... don't worry... I'll take care of you.

"Maybe it is." Clara, your mom muses aloud as she watches Norman Cloutier brush her hair. "It feels like something important... but I can't quite put my finger on it..." She continues to ponder the connection between their intimate moments and whatever memories might be stirring inside her damaged mind.

As he finishes with her hair, she leans forward and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for being such a good babysitter," she says sincerely. "

"Well... whatever you want to call it," Clara, your mom says with a shy smile. "I'm just glad we can be together like this." She stands up from the bed and walks over to Norman Cloutier, wrapping her arms around his neck in a warm embrace. "You make me feel so loved and protected."

For now, they continue to navigate their unique relationship, finding solace and connection in the innocent intimacy that has grown between them since Clara, your mom's accident.