"It's a girl." Jane said as she held the bundle in her arms.
(Your name) smiled holding her hands out as Jane lightly lay the child in them. (Your name) looked down and softly moved the blanket away from the baby's face. She had a small tuft of (hair color) hair on her head and crystal blue eyes. She looked up at (Your name), a small smile tugging on the corners of her pale lips as she reached for her mother.
"She's beautiful." Jeff muttered from over (Your name)'s shoulder. "Maybe just as beautiful as me." He glanced over at the child's mother, his forever smile widening as she rolled her (eye color) eyes. "She has your hair." He said softly.
"And your eyes." She countered.
"What are you gonna name her?" Jane spoke up from the corner of the room and while Jeff stabbed her mentally, (Your name) just smiled thoughtfully and went into her mind for a good name.
Jeff nodded. "That's a pretty name."
"It suits her well." Jane agreed, watching as Jeff pulled the blanket up over (Your name), covering her lower body as she held the newborn.
Suddenly there was a light knock on the door and three pairs of eyes went to the source of the sound.
"Hey (Your name), it's me, can i come in?" Kitten's soft voice sounded behind the door and a smile slipped across (Your name)'s face.
"Yes, come on in."
The door opened to reveal an exited cat girl, her ears perked for the slightest sound. She scurried over to the other side of the bed and peered down at the baby, eyes sparkling. "Aww look how cute!" She murmured.
"Yea, i helped make that." Jeff said proudly from the other side of the bed.
Kitten just rolled her eyes. "What's her name?"
"Cynthia." (Your name) said, running a hand through her hair while Jeff gave a pouty look to the two girls.
"Oh come on, admit it, if it wasn't for me that baby would be half ugly! She's one-hundred percent amazing because of us babe." He looked down at (Your name), kissing her forehead. "Because any other man would put your looks to shame dear." He whispered.
Kitten stuck a finger in her mouth, making a gagging sound. "Save the sappy stuff for yalls bedroom, i came here for an adorable baby child!"
"This is our bedroom." Jeff countered.
*2 months later*
(Your name) made her way up the stairs to check on Cynthia, the baby had been quiet for quite awhile and the mother couldn't help but worry. She lightly turned the doorknob and slid the door open, stepped in and walked over to the crib.
No baby lay in the bed.
"Scarlett! Sally!" She called down the hall and the two young girls poked their heads out from their room. "Yes ma'am?"
"Do you have Cynthia?"
"...Oh God..." (Your name) turned and ran down the stairs. She slid into the living room panting heavily.
"Jeff!" She gasped, the killer turned to her, worry shadowing his eyes.
Her (Eye color) eyes met his, terror blazing in hers.
"It's Cynthia. She's gone!"