𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

meet baby isabelle

"Okay, quiet down!" Sonya whisper-yelled at the crowd gathering outside the medical wing. "You're gonna scare the baby!"

"I barely breathed!" Gally grunted.

"You sound like a grizzly when you breathe," Harriet added.

Before the bickering could go further, the doors slid open.

Brenda strolled in first with her usual smirk, pushing a wheelchair like it was a throne.

And in that chair was the queen herself: Vicky Greene. Hair a stormy mess, cheeks still flushed, holding the tiniest bundle in soft white cloth.

Beside her, walking proudly with a hand on her shoulder, was Vivian Rosewood. Elegant as ever, but her usually firm eyes were wet and her sharp smile softer than anyone had seen in years.

"Clear the way," Vicky said. "Her Majesty wants to nap."

Nancy let out an emotional squeak. "Vicky, she's perfect!"

Matt, still looking like a man who had wrestled with God and lost, hovered nearby. "This is Isabelle."

Bea's hands flew to her mouth. "Isabelle. Oh, Vicky, she's beautiful."

Vivian leaned down beside her daughter, eyes shining. "Isabelle Rosewood Greene."

"What?" Matt blinked. "We're using your name?"

Vicky smirked. "Of course. She kicked the loudest every time Mom talked to my belly."

Vivian sniffled and nodded proudly. "She's already smarter than both of you combined."

Everyone huddled in closer.

Thomas leaned over gently. "She looks like you, V."

"No, she doesn't," Matt said. "She's got your nose."

"She has her own nose," Vicky replied, rolling her eyes. "And if anyone wakes her, I'm letting Mom choose their punishment."

Vivian smiled like a woman already crafting plans. "Hope you like cutting potatoes for a week."

Everyone backed off.

Bea leaned her head on Nico's shoulder, "She's so tiny... and calm."

Vivian beamed. "That's my granddaughter. Grace under pressure."

Nancy whispered to Teresa, "I hope mine doesn't scream like Gally."

"I heard that!" Gally barked, but then looked at Isabelle again and softened. "She's actually... kinda cute."

Matt grinned proudly. "She is."

"She better be," Vicky muttered. "You made me do all the hard work."

Everyone laughed softly.

Then Frypan, holding a covered plate behind his back, stepped forward. "I, uh... I made something. For you."

Vicky raised an eyebrow. "If it's kale-"

"It's double chocolate lava cake."

Vivian's hand was already out. "Bless you."