In the heat of the summer, Caitlyn meant salvation.

At least, that's how Vi and their toddler, Lavender, saw her as. Vi had always run hot, body exuding heat like a furnace. Lavender was born no different, inheriting most traits from Vi. Her troublemaking personality, freckles, and insatiable appetite with metabolism too quick to keep up with.

Though she wasn't completely Vi's. From Caitlyn, she'd gotten her sharp cheekbones, long limbs, and icey eyes. Either way, she was almost four and sassy as hell. They could both own up to that part, they didn't raise her to fit in. They raised her to be herself, to be smart, unafraid to voice her opinion. But the mothers would praise themselves on that later.

Caitlyn, unlike the two, ran cold, always had. She had incredibly poor circulation, so her hands were shocking in the moment, but in the summer, calm and cool. And with a slightly softer build along with her leaner muscles, she was the designated loveseat for both her daughter and wife. They curled up to her like moths to a flame, especially in the suffocating heat of the summer months.

Currently, Lavender was snoozing, face pressed to the cool solace of her Mum's neck, lulled to sleep by the swallowing blue of her hair. Vi was curled up lazily on her wife's stomach, pushing her shirt up so she could press the fever heat of her cheek to the creamy, temperate skin, Caitlyn's abs outlined in the late afternoon sun.