Anya Cloke's childhood

Anya's birth.

Isabella sat in the hospital bed with an infant in her arms,wrapped up in a light violet blanket waiting for her husband and son to meet the new member.

The little infant yawned opening her eyes slowly.

"Hello there.." Isabella smiled with tears in her eyes. 

The bluehaired little baby rubbed her eyes and then nuzzled her face into the blanket and fell asleep. Just then she heard the door open and there was her husband with their son Nickvion.

Nickvion stood shocked next to his father. "Is the baby okay?" Michael asked walking forward with Nick's hand in his own.

"She's perfect," Isabella grinned,adjusting the baby in her arms.

"A giwl?" Nick mumbled with a scrunched nose trying to see his little sister.

Michael smiled,lifting their son so he could get a good look on the newborn.

"She's so tiny!" Nick told them looking at his mother.

Michael let Nick sit next to his mother on the bed,studying the baby.

"She is," Isabella agreed,kissing her daughter's forehead. 

Suddenly the baby's eyes opened once again,looking around. 

Nick widened his eyes with a grin while the newborn tried to reach for Nick's hand letting out a small sound.

"What's hew name?" He asked eagerly letting her play with his finger.

"Anya." Isabella looked up at her husband. "Remember,if we ever got a daughter?"

"It fits her perfectly," He agreed with a soft smile.

"Hai Anya, im you big bwoter!" Nick said proudly.

Anya gave a big grin looking up at her mother.

Michael placed a hand on top of her head,letting his fingers go through her blue locks.

"Mama,was i this tiny two?" The son asked,looking at the both of his parents.

"You were a bit bigger," Michael explained,messing up his hair.

"But she'll grow in no time." Isabella finished,letting one of her finger's trail down Anya's nose and cheeks. The infant let out a squeal and tried to catch her finger with both of her hands.

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When they got home with Anya Nick wouldn't leave his sister alone. He wanted to be the best brother in the world but the parents had to remind him that she was just a little baby.

He pouted at that and leaned over her small basket she was lying in. "What awe you doing Anya?" He said loudly with a laugh. Anya blinked at hime sucking on her fist making him shake his head. "No no no. You'll get sick!" Nick explained taking her fist out from her mouth. "Mom says we can't put ow hands inside ouw mouth because we don't know what we've done with them." 

Anya tilted her head to the side with a confused look making Nick mess up her hair. "I'll tell you when you're oldew!" He grinned making the baby grin back.