The boys' heads snapped up. Their eyes went wide with relief like they heard their saviour.
"MAMA!"
"MOMMY!"
The boys launched themselves into the arms of a woman who had just appeared.
And the moment Joy saw her, she gasped.
This was because she looked almost exactly like Skadi!
Same face. Same silver eyes. Same silver hair.
But where Skadi was a mess of barely-contained energy, this woman was the picture of calm and gentleness.
Her hair was perfectly maintained, her features soft and welcoming.
Her eyes held a mother's warmth, the kind that made you feel instantly safe and loved.
And her body—goodness, her body was entirely different from Skadi's. Where Skadi was muscular beneath her softness, this woman was pure pillow.
Her breasts were abundant and plush, straining against the fabric of her dress.
Her waist was thick and inviting, the kind of pillowy softness you could just rest your face against and fall asleep.
