Caitlyn had barely slept for days.

There were bags under her eyes, she was utterly exhausted and overworked, and on top of that she still had to take care of you, her daughter.

Lavender had a big personality, but you were still so small. Only four. Still, you were the thing she loved most in the world.

Right then, it was getting into the later hours of the night and she needed to put you to bed. Still though, you were fussy and upset, one of those childish sort of moods, like thinking there was a monster in your closet or that sleep was, of course, the devil.

She groaned internally as she pulled you gently into her chest, rocking you on her lap. “Sweet girl, you need to calm. Mumma’s got you, Mumma’s here to help..”

She murmured soft words of encouragement and slight exasperation, eyes fighting to stay open while you were too tired to regulate yourself.