Morgana aged 4 (3months later)

The rain poured heavily, mummy refused to attend Daddy’s funeral, but I knew I had to. Niklaus stood by me, holding my hand to comfort me. I’m grateful he came; he was the only familiar face I knew there. The rest were daddy’s family, but I was never allowed to meet them.
                  My nanny came over and hugged me, telling me I looked just like my daddy. She then gave me a teddy and told me stay strong. I hugged Klaus and clung to him as they lowered my daddy’s body into the ground. I hope he goes to heaven, he deserves to.
                At the end of the service, I went back to Nik’s. We sat in his room and he hugged me as I cried. I missed Daddy. Daddy was going to save me from mummy. Maybe Nikkie will save me from her instead.
              

Mummy came to collect me an hour later, but she and Lucifer went off to talk in his bedroom. They seem to love talking. They do it for hours sometimes. I wonder what they talk about because I hear screaming and moaning sometimes. Maybe one day me and Nik, will talk like they do.
              Me and Nik just sit in his room, hugging, until I fall asleep cuddled up to him and cuddling the teddy my nana gave me.