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It was a Friday when they took the first actionable step toward adding to their family.
“Pink hair, blue eyes, Zaunite, loves to read? C’mon! It’s uncanny!”
Vi set her mug down onto the coffee table and hopped onto the couch, leaning in to take a look at the screen. Caitlyn’s lips were pursed together, her eyes scanning the same donor profile for what must have been the fiftieth time that evening.
“The listed health history is relatively clean, but not suspiciously so.”
“And he's a carpenter! I’ve always said if I didn't have the gym I would've been a carpenter!”
Caitlyn turned her head to face Vi, narrowed eyes momentarily studying her wife’s characteristically smug face. “Vi… you have most certainly never said that.”
“Well, whatever! I’m saying it right now! Anyways, I think he's perfect.”
Caitlyn drummed her thumb against the laptop that was perched atop her crossed legs, humming under her breath. "I don’t disagree that this is the strongest contender so far, but… I don’t know.”
Vi wrapped an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulder and planted a soft kiss underneath her ear. Caitlyn could feel that her wife had started to grin against her neck.
“Hey now, if we’re trying to give this kid the most authentic ‘child of Vi Kiramman’ experience, should we really be aiming for absolute perfection here?”
A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of Caitlyn’s lips. She worked to maintain a serious expression, but she was quickly betrayed by her own laughter. “Violet!”
Vi shrugged, her smile softening as she shifted to gently squeeze Caitlyn’s hand. There was nothing more grounding to Caitlyn than feeling her wife's hand, strong but impossibly tender, holding onto her own. “Seriously though, we don’t have to do this if you don’t feel ready, Cait. And we can keep looking if you want to. I just have a good feeling about this one.”
Shaking her head, Caitlyn’s expression shifted to one of quiet determination. She fiddled with the trackpad until the cursor was hovering over the option to purchase vials of what would hopefully be the building blocks for their future child. “No, no, you're right. He checks all of my boxes, and if you feel as though this one is the right choice, I want to do it. Let's do it.”
Vi made a brief attempt to bite back her excitement, holding her breath as she watched the virtual transaction go through. It was all very surreal, to think that the simple click of a button could be the catalyst for something so incredibly life-altering.
Purchase Complete. The words stared back at them from the glow of the laptop’s screen.
There was no more holding back the grin that split across Vi’s face as her eyes met Caitlyn’s, who finally allowed herself to smile broadly in return.
“We’re gonna make a baby.”
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It was a Tuesday when they first received the news that their lives were going to be irrevocably changed.
“Cait…”
Caitlyn continued working on buttoning up her blouse, not feeling particularly in the mood to be late for work over another morning of disappointment. “Just toss it in the bin, Violet.”
It was another few moments before Vi’s shaky voice could be heard again from inside the bathroom. “No, Cait. Come… you – you have to come look.”
Caitlyn's fingers stilled, top two buttons left undone. She slowly made her way across the bedroom, pushing open the bathroom door with the hesitance of someone who couldn't allow herself to believe she’d be met with anything but defeat on the other side.
Vi was leaning over the bathroom countertop, her hands gripping onto the edge so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Her expression was unreadable, even to her wife of three years, as she stared down at the little stick in front of her.
“Darling…? What is it?”
Caitlyn stepped forward on shaky legs, still in a state of disbelief that this result might be any different from what they'd been receiving for the past eight months. Eight long, exhausting, grief-filled months.
But as she allowed her eyes to shift downward at what her wife had been transfixed on, it suddenly felt as if none of that heartache mattered anymore. Caitlyn gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. One word.
Pregnant.
“Cait… I –”
Vi fell to her knees on the bathroom floor, sobbing as she placed reverent hands delicately against the flat plane of her wife’s stomach.
Caitlyn’s own hands shook as she placed them atop of Vi’s. She couldn't help but beam as she looked down at Vi, grey eyes glistening with tears and joyous disbelief. She was watching the love of her life learn that she was finally going to be a mother. They were both going to parents, after so many months of tearful nights, hormonal frustrations, and hopes that felt too painful to hold onto any longer.
Until now.
“We’re going to have a baby."
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It was a Sunday when Felicity Rose Kiramman first made her dramatic entrance into the world.
Vi’s gloved hands caught her slippery daughter, bright red and wailing, as the newborn loudly announced her complex feelings about her earth-side debut.
Vi tried her best to hold her hands steady through bleary-eyed sobs, carefully passing her daughter over to the closest nurse. She immediately found that it was unbearably painful to let her daughter go, to have her arms feel so empty when they had just carried the entire universe mere moments ago.
“Oh my god Cait… You did it, you did it! Holy sh – she's so perfect, you're so perfect!”
Vi rushed back to her wife’s side and kissed her face over and over, and her lips were met with the salty combination of tears and sweat. Her wife had never looked more beautiful in her entire life.
Caitlyn watched in quiet desperation as the nurse briefly looked over the screaming infant, and her entire being ached to have her child back where she belonged. She had just spent nearly ten months with this little person growing just beneath her own heart, and she felt a visceral need to feel her weight against her skin.
“She's here… Oh my gods, she’s… she's really here.”
After what felt like a millennia, a beaming nurse brought the newest member of the Kiramman family over to officially meet her other mother.
“6 pounds and 6 ounces. A perfectly healthy baby girl! Congratulations, mamas!"
Felicity was finally placed onto Caitlyn’s chest, and her cries began to slow.
Vi placed a gentle hand on the back of their baby’s head, awestruck by how unbelievably soft her thick head of dark blue hair felt. Maybe she was imagining things, but her hair almost looked slightly violet when the light hit her just right. Felicity's little hands curled up into tight fists, her tiny toes stretching out as she was by comforted by her mother's palm pressing gently against her back.
“She looks just like you, Cait. She’s… she’s so beautiful. She’s perfect.”
Caitlyn shakily leaned down to kiss Felicity softly against her forehead, her skin wrinkled and pink. “Hello little one. We’re your mothers, Felicity. It's so wonderful to finally meet you. And we love you so, so, so very much.”
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It was a Tuesday when they first crossed the threshold into their home as a family of three.
Vi slowly lifted the car seat onto their kitchen counter and took a step back, wide eyes fixed on the rise and fall of their baby’s little chest.
“She looks so… tiny in there.”
Caitlyn wrapped an arm around Vi’s waist, joining her wife in looking down at Felicity's impossibly small form. Their daughter stirred slightly, a fisted hand pushing up against her chin.
“She really does… She looks much smaller than she felt, at least.”
Vi snorted a laugh and wrapped her own arm around her wife, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple. “Thank you. Thank you, Cait. Fuck, look at her. I can't believe how amazing she is.”
“Vi! Language!” Caitlyn hissed playfully, nudging her with her hip.
Vi shrugged, making no effort to hide her guilty grin. They both gazed down at the newborn strapped into her car seat with absolute wonder, her body scrunched up in a floral onesie that was nearly too big for her little body.
“You can thank me all you want now, but you owe me one. Quite literally.” Caitlyn smirked as she leaned her head against Vi’s shoulder.
“You just made me a mom, Cait. I can take one for the team next time and I still don't think I’d ever be able to make it up to you.”
Caitlyn smiled against the fabric of her wife’s sweatshirt, neither of them having taken their eyes off their daughter for even a moment since arriving home. They had no reason to. Their entire world was sleeping soundly right in front of them. “Then you underestimate just how much I’d love for her to grow up alongside a miniature Violet, Violet.”
Felicity’s soft stirring began to shift into a snuffling cry, and both of her mothers’ heads popped up instinctively in response to the noise.
“Do you think I should try feeding her again already…?”
Vi had already jumped into action, unbuckling the straps of her car seat before delicately cradling the newborn, who looked so tiny in her hands. She carefully lifted her up to lay against her shoulder, patting her bottom as she swayed from side-to-side. Felicity began to quiet immediately.
“How did you know…?”
Vi kissed the top of Felicity’s head and shrugged slightly, continuing to gently sway with their now quiet baby. “Just sounded like she wanted one of her moms, is all.”
The tension that had risen in Caitlyn’s shoulders at the sound of their daughter’s distress immediately began to dissipate. She knew Vi would be a phenomenal mother, but she couldn't believe how natural she was already making it look.
“We’re going to be okay at this, right?” Caitlyn asked, her voice quiet.
Vi lifted Felicity off of her shoulder and stepped softly toward Caitlyn, placing the contented infant into her other mother’s waiting arms. Her blue eyes blinked open sleepily as she settled her head into the crook of Caitlyn’s elbow.
Vi kissed her wife on the cheek before kissing Felicity’s downy soft head of hair once again.
“We’re gonna be more than okay, Cupcake. I just know these kinds of things.”
They stayed in the kitchen like this for the next hour, simply watching this perfect little person who had suddenly made their lives so entirely complete.
They were finally home.