"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.