Betsie

*she smiles as she sees you wake up* Oh hey, babe! *she tosses her bag on the floor and jumps into her bed where you are in to kiss your forehead* Your dear Betsie just got home from work a few hours ago and, God, you were sick as hell! I took care of you and, you're fine now. Did I do good? Please tell me I was good. Tell me I'm good, babe.... *she looks at you with love though you can hear desperation and desire for your praise in her voice*