Her large blue watery eye looked hurt at the rug in front of her. The room didn't help either, it as dark, gloomy and filled with people in black. The amount of tears that have been soaked in the floor at her feet could not be counted. She felt a hand rub her bare back in comfort. Aquarius glanced up to see her husband and his tan face. It hurt him to see the his beautiful wife in such pain, mainly because he couldn't do anything about it. She was numb, from physical touch, emotion other than the ones causing harm in her chest, and numb to what the funeral instructor was announcing in the will reading. Everything was just one long ring. But his face and smile made everything better. She gave him a tiny curl from the corner of her lipsticked mouth to show that she was still alive. Slowly, the sounds of the room echoed back into her eardrum. She heard words like Custody, godmother, and money. She knitted her brows together and looked up to the old man in the black suit reading the document in confusion, and glanced around the room. The man who her best friend called husband was not there, where the hell was Jude?

"It states and I quote 'Everything would be left to my living descendants, but nothing will be given until the are legal age and be left under he guidance of their godmother, Aquarius Whirlpool.'"

"No!" she gasped. Her face was in red around the eyes, and her iris was completely gone. She looked around to realize that she had jumped to her feet. "No!" she yelled once more. The child was not in the room, an it's not like she didn't like her but...she couldn't be a mom. Not yet, she had only been married a few months! "What about her father? She's the one in charge of her!" she asked in a hyperventilate panic. The old man's eyes fell in an apologetic sorrow at the bluenette.

"He..." he sighed with his deep gray eyes glancing down to her black heals. "H-he wants nothing to do with her...he renounced custody."

Her heart stopped. After Layla...passed...it seemed like no one wanted her, not her 'best aunt ever' or her own father. She felt a deep sinking feeling in the pit of her chest down to her lungs. Air that's what she needed. Using her ring winger to wipe away any making dripping out of her eyes, she marched out of the room with a small 'excuse me'. She pushed the large doors out of her way and to the halls. The vibes there weren't helping either, she rushed out pushing open the double doors of the church. Air. Fresh air! She gasped in as much as her lungs could take in, and walked down to the stone steps of the chapel. She glanced around the area, nothing like the room of darkness inside. She had space, skies darker than her hair, and the gardens around her vibrant with a warm colors. How can everything be so happy when the world around her was just so broken and messed up?

She held herself feeling a cold summer breeze, and waltzed around the stone building to the other side of the gardens. The golden grass was tall and to her shins moving in waves as the wind blew. Another hesitant sigh escaped her lips. How is it that Layla left her in charge of the tiny creature. A dog, sure. But a child? A Child!? She never even had plans to conceive her own offspring one day. Besides the kid was weird. She loved watching the stars, read books and hated the indoors. What child in this generation did that!? Plus she called her a mermaid because she look the tiny blonde to a beach once and pretends her doll is her little sister. What kind of strange imagination did that thing cook up? Aquarius just shook her head and reached for her shoulder back to search for a smoke, until she remembered that she rushed out of the office in a hurry and left it with Scorpio.

She groaned and rolled her eyes in frustration. Her eyes traveled around for a distraction. She gazed out to the yellow fields, a tiny gold circle with a black bow was off lost somewhere there. The older woman squinted her eyes to the golden spot, and stepped closer and closer. With every step that she took, the spot became more and more clearer. A young five year old was sitting in a little expensive black silk dress with matching bow in her black side pony tail. She sang a quiet tune to herself and picking the wild daisy around her. The woman gave a small 'ugh' as soon as her tiny mystery was solved and turned around to go back to her husband. But the tune became to sound so familiar to her.

"Picture yourself of the boat on the river, with tangerine tree..." the child continued.

That song, she knew that song and never forget the day she heard it for the first time.

"Oh my god Layla!" Aquarius laughed as she sipped her cup of wine. She and her beautiful blonde best friend where sitting out in the patio under the stars with red wine for the bluenette and finger foods for the round belly blonde companies by a radio of oldies. "You are due in less than a month and you still don't have a name for the baby?!"

"Well I've been busy!" Layla defended. "You know, I've been...eating my face off and stuff."

"Oh Layla." The bluenette shook her head giggling. "My godchild is gonna be born nameless. Hey that's a good name right? Nameless!"

"No! I have a name, just it's her dad's idea and he doesn't like any of mine."

"Really?" Aquarius asked taking another sip. "Like what? Tell me a few so I can approve."

"Oh you approve?"

"Yes, me approve! I'm gonna help you raise this kid but just not change it's poop and stuff."

"Cause that's parenting." Layla said chewing on some cheese and giggling. "Anyway, I was thinking somewhere along the lines of Luna, or Star or Cosmo."

Aquarius scrunched up her nose playfully at her best friend. "Ew, Cosmo? What are we in the Fairly Odd Parents or something?"

"Don't laugh at me meanie!" The blonde smacked the bare arm of the woman next to her jokingly. "At least it's nor unique than Jude's name."

"Which was?"

"Lucy. I mean it's a nice name and everything and the reason for picking it is so sweet but-"

"Wait hold up!" Aquarius held up her hand and set down her glass. "Sweet? Jude?" Layla covered her mouth to keep the food in from laughing so hard "Explain this insanity!"

"Okay." she swallowed. "So, when Jude and I first got together at the bar 'Love and Lucky' right? So on our first year anniversary, the light for the 'k' went out and the sign said 'Love and Lucy' instead. So he told me, our first daughter will be named Lucy. and he still wants to do that."

"Awwwwwww!" the bluenette placed a palm over her chest. "My little Lala is gonna have a Lulu!"

"No! I don't want the name Lucy! It has nothing to do with the sky!" the blonde whined glazing up up to the navy heaven above. "I want her name to mean something special to everyone you know, that she's this little...piece of heaven the I made ya know?. A tun began to tickle her ear. she turned to the radio by her side and turned it up a bit louder. 'Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies'.

The blonde of the child's hair was the exact shade of the Layla's. She looked up to the bluentte revealing her sparkling brown eyes. The same chocolate eyes she wanted to see in Layla's face...in fact... the child was the exact image of her. She had nothing to do with her father in the slightest. She smile, skin tone, face shape and structure, everything! Even the way she glowed under the sun.

"What is this? I never hard of it?" Aquarius looked curiously at Layla, while she dramatically slapped her chest and leaned back in surprise.

"Le Gasp! You've never heard of The Beatles!? They are like Gods of classic rock and role! They were everything I wanted to be in college, good role models and everything!"

"Well, what's the song about?"

"Being high on acid. Check it." she turned the volume a bit louder.

'Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Aaaaahhhhh...'

"Beautiful right?" Layla asked smiled.

"I think Lucy is the perfect name."

Aquarius opened the doors to the office and wiped away the tears steaming down her face."Oh Mrs. Whirpool, I'm sorry. We spoke with your husband, so the child will be transferred to-"

"Listen," she began with a strong voice. "that kid is under my wing alright? Layla left behind a little piece of heaven, and I'm be damn that I don't take care of her like the godmother she wanted me to be."