My Little Violet

First Night

"Hey there, little one..."

He'd cut open the box with one of his many knives, looking at the baby girl inside. She'd been wrapped in a tiny white blanket, and the small amount of hair on her head was light purple. He allowed himself to smile a bit at the discovery of this child, who obviously took after him. He picked her up carefully, cradling her in his arms.

"I'll call you... Violet. That's a fitting name, eh?" The baby giggled and tugged at his hair in response.

He had no clue how to take care of a kid, he'd never wanted one and, to his knowledge, never had one before now. If his pullout game was as weak as Mahogany claimed, there could me more of his spawn out there...

Vincent shuddered at the thought. This one was enough. Maybe even too many.

He didn't even have a crib. Would he have to stay up holding her the entire night?

He saw this baby as a blessing and a curse, but mainly the latter. He was scared, and he didn't want the kid. He wished there was a return address, and he could send it back. But something kept him from doing it... or stabbing the little girl. He couldn't place his finger on what.

He sat on the couch, the girl's head propped up on his shoulder. "Let's get some sleep, little Violet."