Little. Her little girl. She was finally born into this world where we were barely beginning to shape a new government. Evey lost in her thoughts, didn't see the man walk in. Much less expect his arm to comfort her shoulder. "Oh my god finch you startled me."
Erik Finch smiled, but couldn't hide his concern. "Evey you need to get home quickly. For all we know, the remains of Norsefire could come scrambling like a rabid dog over here to end the head on this revolution. You need to get home." Finch stated with a face painted with concern from top to bottom.
"I will do so Erik, but let me at least adore my daughter and rest a few unless you want me in a bad mood tomorrow. After all, I barely finished childbirth and labor and should expect some understanding from you." Evey sarcastically emphasized with a playful, yet tired expression.
"Oh I do m'lady, but I don't want two peaceful little angels getting bitten by a past and angry ghost. That's all I'm stating. Oh, and what will her name be?" Finch asked, curiosity biting at the tips of his face.
"Vivienne." Evey spoke softly, before turning to her newborn daughter. Finch studied them for a second before chipping in again. "Who's the father?". She turned to him, her eyes gleaming with faint tears. "If you don't mind me asking." He corrected.
"V is her father...well…that's what I'm guessing." She stated as a few tears rolled down her pale cheeks. Finch proceeded to wipe them off with his thumb. She turned to her child, who had started waking, the discomfort beginning to crawl around her little child.
"Now, now Evey. We don't want to pretty girls crying on a joyful day today do we?" He stated, concern ebbing its way back into him. He really cared for these two like they were his own family. His thoughts were snapped like a twig when a doctor strode in, politely asking Finch to exit the room. "I shall see you tomorrow Evey. I should get to the media. Otherwise they'll eat our heads off the second we show our faces."
Evey simply nodded, her fatigue getting the better of her.
They strode into the Shadow Gallery, Evey's child in her arms resting peacefully. "Vivienne, did you know your father loved to fight with a piece of metal? Always jabbing its head off whenever The Count of Monte Cristo played." She giggled. The baby opened her eyes for the first time in the night. It was only a slight crack, but enough for Evey to glance at the color. Ice blue…She thought.
The pain of giving birth and being up so late was getting to Evey. Heading towards what used to be V's room, Evey went into her old room, letting the memories come back like a sweet, fresh cinnamon bun. Vivienne started to wake, and proceeded to begin a low cry as if she was trying to let her mother know she wanted to sleep. Evey took the thought back, grabbing the temporary crib and strapping it to V's old bed.
"Good night Vivienne. Rest well." She breathed on her child, placing a kiss on her forehead and covering her up with a blanket.