Grandbabies

Soleil made the long trek across the open plain of Valhalla to go see her daughter. Her mind buzzed with a million little lines of thought. Overjoyed for her child's homecoming and heart broken all at once. She had not expected to be made a grandmother so... soon. Especially by her daughter. Honestly, with the way Gael followed his lady around, she had half expected him to show up at her den with a confession.

The aging female could tend to be a bit of an airhead at times but to her it was no question who had done the unspeakable to her daughter. Rape in the first degree only her daughter had no one to defend her honor as Soleil had had Collision. The white dame was quite certain that all her children were saints, incapable of sin and above temptation. They were better than she, that was how she had raised them.

She found the den easily, following the scent of her child as well as only a mother could. It was a scent she had known for two years now, who else was better for the job? "Azalea? Azalea, I'm coming in."