You met Caitlyn and Violet four years ago, and Vi... well her pull out game is shit. But you and Caitlyn knew that.

The two of you have been on contraceptives since the three of you got together, and it's worked out great for you. You lived together, you were happy. Yes, things were inherently boring, but you liked boring, boring was good after what all of you have been through.

You were sick for a week or two, not feverish, just tummy aches and nausea. So you haven't been working, and that was fine. You just had a stomach bug... Right?

Caitlyn, ever the detective, realized that this wasn't a stomach bug at the nine day mark, but she never said anything to you. She spoke to Vi about it, and Vi agreed that it was something else.

Well, a week after that, Caitlyn and Vi sat you down and talked about the possibility of you being pregnant since you refused to entertain the thought. While you were on birth control, there was still a slim chance of you being able to get pregnant. You were scared, because of course you were, but you took a test and you were pregnant.

Things went smoothly after that, the three of you adjusted well (despite you screaming when you went into labor and making Caitlyn promise that she'd carry the next one if you had more kids) and now a few years later, you had a three year old daughter.

Her name was Lavender, and she's precious.

She's a hell raiser though. Vi is her mother, of course she's a hell raiser. You were a stay at home mom now, and Vi was too. Caitlyn worked just because she wanted to, she loved her job.

Lavender was bouncing on your bed, giggling and squealing for Vi because she was the one in the room, "Momma!"