#carmianna

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RP PHOTOSET;CRESCENDO: {GIANNA VIANNI AND CARMI.LLA  K,ARNSTEIN}

crescendo noun     1. music        a) a gradual, steady increase in ʟᴏᴜᴅɴᴇss or 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒.

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Caterina comes into the world with a cry that breaks Gianna's heart. A full head of dark hair and flailing tiny hands that grab at her the moment she is placed into her arms in a bundle of pink.

Carmilla looks beautiful, even sweaty and shaky from exhaustion. Wide hips, epidural and all, twelve and a half hours is still twelve and a half hours. Gianna scoots her chair up to the bedside, their daughter cradled in her arms like the most precious thing.

"Hey, cutie." Her voice sounds different and it's not just the emotion weighing down her syllables. This girl has only been in their lives for a few minutes and she's already so in love.

"She's perfect." Carmilla gently pushes a dark curl to the side, pausing to fix the pink beanie. Caterina squeals and reaches out for her wife and then Gianna's holding back tears all over again.

"Here you go, darling. Here you are." She places their baby into Carmilla's arms. It's only when she doesn't have to fret about holding her that she realizes how wonderfully pretty their daughter is. Chubby, rosy cheeks, Carmilla's pointed nose. But then her eyes open, and if she hadn't fallen for her already, it was undeniable then. Brown with a hint of bronze. Amber brown. Their daughter has her eyes.

"Our wonderful girl. Our Caterina."

"Hey. Io sono la tua mamma. Io sono la tua mamma, questa è la vostra mom. E ... tu sei così importante per noi. E quando si invecchia, ti parla italiano. Italiano e inglese-” A grumble from Carmilla, an eyebrow arched up in her direction. “...And not German, because it’s gross-”

“I will leave you. I will get up off this coat and march off with our daughter. Who will be raised speaking nothing but German.”

“You think you’re cute.”

They’re interrupted by a cry from the little girl in Carmilla’s arms. Caterina squirms in her blanket bundle and taps her fists together.

“She thinks she is.” Carmilla directs the arched eyebrow at their daughter but she’s unable to keep back her smile. The girl gurgles happily up at her, hands reaching for her mom’s face. Carmilla leans in, letting her baby pat blindly at her face.

“Yeah- Mmhm. This is my nose. Looks better on you.”

“Shush. You’re both gorgeous.” Gianna kisses her wife’s temple and lets out a laugh when Caterina finds interest in hooking a few tiny fingers on Carmilla’s bottom teeth.

“Well- Oh-kay, cuh-cake.” Gianna’s still giggling away and Caterina lets out a coo in response. Carmilla gingerly coaxes the small hand from her mouth. “Geez.”

“She’s just looking for fangs, it’s fine.” The Italian teases.