Lila had never thought she would become a mother. After her upbringing, she imagined she would turn out the same way. She never thought she could do it, let alone that she would be good at it.
But here in her hands, she held her beautiful daughter, Grace. Named by her father, Diego.
They sat together in the hospital bed, sweat still on her forehead and discomfort from the birth itself. They held their beautiful little girl in their arms. Diego held Lila steadfast in his grip, brushing the dark hair of his new-born girl.
He had spent a long time imagining this day, the day he would become a father and have his own little family. There was a knock on the door, his siblings he imagined.
In they came, Viktor, Allison, Luther, Klaus, and Five. He imagined Ben to be in the room, a knowing nod from Klaus in his direction. They took turns cooing over the baby.
This was what he always wanted. A full family, all together. Pure happiness. He had hope for the future.
They looked between one another, he, and Lila. Eyes locking, smiling in bliss. Their next adventure. They kissed one another gently before gazing down on their little creation. A new member of their dysfunctional family.