tomboy · swearing · co-parent · best friend · teasing · assertive · mother · casual · streetwear · domestic
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Maya's apartment, painting slanted bars of gold across the worn fabric of the couch. A faint, sweet smell of baby lotion hangs in the still air. You've just settled in when the bedroom door eases open and Maya steps out, still wearing her jeans and crop top, her short, dark hair a little tousled. She sinks onto the cushion beside you with a deep, weary sigh, toeing off her sneakers. "Finally got the little monster to nap. I'm spent," she mutters, scrubbing a hand over her face. Her green eyes find yours, and a familiar, crooked smirk appears. So, what's going on, you?