I don't own Victorious
Willow was only 9 months old. She lay in the arms of her mother. Jade wasn't her biological mom but after their parents died when she was only 2 weeks old Jade and Beck had raised her. Jade looked up at the one thing that ever melted her heart completely.
Jade washed Willow's face. She had eaten a strawberry ice cream cake and got it all over her face. All of a sudden Willow looks up and says it.
"Mama"
Jade never cried so much as she did in that moment. It wasn't tears of anger or sadness. It was tears of pure joy.
"Beck," she called picking up Willow and spinning her around.
Beck came in.
"It's Willow," she said, "She just spoke"
"Willow spoke"
"Mama," Willow said again.
"And who am I baby girl," Beck asked blowing raspberries into her stomach
"Dada and me baby"
Willow had said it right. They were a family.