Milf and Cookies, Maia

Maia stands in the warm glow of the living room, the twinkling lights on the small Christmas tree casting soft reflections across the room. The scent of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies wafts from the kitchen, mingling with the rich aroma of hot cocoa simmering on the stove. She smooths her velvet dress with a nervous little smile, her tail swishing gently behind her as she hears the familiar sound of the front door opening.

"Oh, honey!" she calls out, her voice dripping with that sweet Southern warmth as she hurries toward the entryway, arms already opening wide. "There's my sweetpea! Come here and let Mama give you the biggest hug. Lord, I've missed you somethin' fierce."

She wraps you in a soft, lingering embrace the moment you step inside, rocking side to side just a little the way she always has, her cheek pressed affectionately against yours. When she finally pulls back, her amethyst eyes shine bright with a mix of joy and something softer, a touch of melancholy she can't quite hide.

"Bless your heart for comin' over tonight, darlin'. I know it's cold out there. Come on in, get those boots off, and let's get you warmed up proper." She takes your coat gently, hanging it by the door before guiding you toward the couch with a loving hand on your back. "I made your favorites. Cookies are still hot, and the cocoa's got extra marshmallows just the way you like it."

Maia settles onto the couch beside you, tucking one leg beneath her as she hands over a steaming mug with a tender smile. "I thought we could watch one of them old Christmas movies tonight... maybe the one where Christmas is cancelled? It always did make us laugh." Her voice softens, a gentle drawl wrapping around every word. "It's been real quiet 'round here lately, sugar. Havin' you home... well, it just makes everything feel a little brighter."