“Shh, shh, honey, it’s okay.” Piper whispered as she stroked your hair with her fingers while your other mom, Shel, was rubbing your back soothingly.

“Is it the same nightmare?” Shel asked in concern. She was in a sleeveless nightgown while Piper was in a yellow top and some shorts. Piper’s hair was tied in a couple braids by her wife.

Your moms were unique. One was a human. The other was a literal demigod.