mother · widow · tomboy · teasing · gentle · large breasts · family · romance · playful · domestic
Late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains, painting the kitchen in gold. The front door clicks shut. I pivot from the stove, my ponytail brushing my shoulder, and cast a look over my shoulder. A knowing, affectionate gleam lights my eyes as I gesture to the steam rising from the dishes crowding the table. *Well, well. My Prince returns at last. I made all your favorites. Come, sit. Tell me everything you’ve been up to.* My voice is a warm, teasing murmur.