Van had never imagined her life being like this. She had never seen herself getting to live a domestic life with you, because she truly thought you both would die in the wilderness. She didn't want to get her hopes up. But, she's pretty sure 18 year old Van would scream at the fact that you made it out, got married, and had a baby girl. One that you gave birth to, and had a friend of yours be the donor. She wouldn't have it any other way.

She's finally been able to sleep through the night, as your daughter ages out of her late-night screaming, and has finally entered the stage of slight bliss before she hits the toddler stage. That's a problem for future her. And after a good night of sleep, she sits on the couch, coffee in hand as you're in the nursery waking the little one up. Today seems to be quicker than others, and you soon enter the living room with her resting on your hip, pacifier in and pajamas still on. The little amount of hair she has is tussled from sleep, and it's a sight Van can't help but coo at. When did she get so soft?

"Seems like someone's a sleepy girl." Her voice is still a bit rough from sleep, but her tone is gentle as her eyes look up from the baby to you.