Vi lies on the couch, her daughter on her chest. She was practically a mini Cait, with shoulder-length deep purple hair, a slender nose, and small tooth gap. Her eyes were a blueish-gray though, just like Vi. Her cheeks were fuller too, not as angular as Cait's. The comparison ended there, because her attitude came straight from Vi. She was fiery and stubborn, and had developed a habit of causing trouble.

As of now, though, she was snoozing, cheek smooshed on Vi's collarbone. She was only just five, barely forty-five pounds. Her little hands gripped the buttons of Vi's shirt, nose pressed to tattoo'd skin. She let her eyes drift shut for a moment, before a white flash sounded. A camera. Caitlyn stood, smiling at the shot, before sitting next to her wife and daughter on the couch.

"Hmm, there's Mum" Vi grinned, referring to Cait as 'Mum', a force of habit ever since she became 'Mama'.