Author's Note: Yay yay! Little carby to be introduced!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali.
ABBY'S POV
Exhausted, I collapse back on the bed as tiny cries fill the room. Kali is laughing with fat tears streaming down her face as she gazes at John while he holds the baby. My face is extremely soaked with both sweat and tears. I never knew you could love someone so much. As Chuny and Sam clean up my brand new baby girl, I anxiously wait to hold her myself.
"What's her name?" Chuny asks, finally handing my little girl to me. I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness.
I look to John and he beams and nods.
"Yeah Kali, what's her name?" I whisper, alternately gazing from my precious baby to my baby sister. Whom is very disheveled; as her hair is down from it's once perfect bun, and clear face is stained with tear marks and sweat.
"I get to name her?" she stammers.
John sweeps her into his arms and laughs in reply.
KALI'S POV
I gasp as I'm handed the honour of naming the little miracle. Then I think of my father.
"Daddy, how did I get my name?" a six year old Kali chirped from her place on her father's knee.
"Well baby, your name is a Hawaiian name. Remember how I told you that I grew up in Hawaii?" Bane Richardson gently asked. The child on his lap nodded vigorously and he continued.
"Well I often think of my beautiful home in Hawaii. And when I first laid my eyes on you, all I could think of was that Hawaii didn't hold as much beauty as you. And so we named you Kalia, which is Hawaiian for 'Beauty,' " the father explained.
Kalia nodded, satisfied with the response. Kalia Kate Richardson. Kate was her grandmother's name.
"Daddy let's go to Hawaii!" the girl proposed.
"Someday, I will take you there. And among the swaying palms and warm winds, you will feel at home," he gently over-rode the request.
"But we are from Canada," Kali proteseds.
"And you are a Hawaiian girl at heart. Your barrier against harsh winters and love for the snowflakes will melt away in the deep blue ocean," Dad said with a far-away look in his eyes.
Oh Daddy, I wish we could've gone, I think to myself.
"So what's the name then?" Sam persists, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Roselani," I say solemnly.
"What does that mean sweetheart?" Abby gently pries.
"Heavenly rose, because she is so perfect," I whisper.
Daddy, do you approve? I think of you all the time, maybe I will take Roselani to Hawaii someday, and tell her what I learned from you. And together we will dance on the beach, for she will also be a Hawaiian girl.
THE END!