Vivian

Vivian didn't want to get up. She wanted to sleep in, and just hold her baby in her arms as long as she could. Vivian could feel the warm of Du, as they laid in her arms. She pulled them closer, feeling their head rest against her heart. She soon felt a sting, one that often came unexpectedly. It was guilt, guilt that she didn't treat her first daughter like this. She had various thoughts run through her head, telling her that she was a bad mother, that she didn't deserve Du.
Vivian wanted to scream, but the warmth of her sleeping child in her arms helped her. She brought her head to Du's head, and used her baby to focus on the now. "My darling. I don't know what I would do without you." Vivian mumbled, letting the love for Du wash over and ease her guilty mind.
After a few minuets, she sat up, soon brushing Du's hair out of their face. "Morning my baby." Vivian said in a soft voice.