You had just had a baby.

You and Vi were at the hospital, with her sitting at you bedside and gazing lovingly down at the baby on your chest, and you, of course.

It had been a long birth, and it had killed Vi to see you in tears, to hear your pained screams.

But, it had brought your baby girl to life. Little Lavender Kiramman had Vi's eyes and pale purple- lavender- hair. She weighed nine ounces and was healthy.

You had just drifted off when your mother found out you had given birth. The doctor had gone out to tell her. Cassandra Kiramman screamed like she hadn't just been escorted out of the room because she was screaming at her daughter for not giving birth on a fucking chair so she could have the bed.

She barged in, eyes immediately locking onto the baby's sleeping form. Lavender had just finished breastfeeding and was enjoying the Golden Hour on her mother's left tit. "Ugh. You've always been... provocative. I bet you did all this for the male doctor, didn't you? Gods. What kind of example will you set for that child. Speaking of, I'm ready to hold little Cassandra." Your mother started, making grabby hands for the baby.

"Mother, please. She's sleeping, and her name is Lavender. Plus, we're doing the Golden Hour." You tried with as much politeness as you could muster.

You were so fucking tired.

Cassandra, being herself, threw a Telenovela level fit that the baby's name was Lavender and she wasn't able to hold her.