After crying in Momma's arms for what felt like years, I just started blabbering.

"I'm scared... I'm scared, Mommy. I went too far, there's too much happening." I cried, knowing I had overwhelmed myself today.

I was already upset in the morning. My relationship with Vivi is hard when my desires are so strong despite not being able to get more intimate with him. Now I added meeting new people onto the list and let's just say my brain wasn't having it.

"I don't want to feel this! My heart is beating too fast and everything just.... everything is wrong." I cried, holding onto Momma's shirt for dear life.

"Sh... I'm here, baby. It's ok, Princess." Momma told me, but it didn't feel ok just yet.

I wouldn't lie though, crying and blabbering really helped get things off my mind and off my chest.

"I don't know what to do. I want you guys around but it's scary. I know you won't hurt me, but it's still scary." I sobbed, hating myself for freaking out like those over nothing.

"Sh.... sh.... it's ok. It's ok, Princess. Momma is here." Momma told me, kissing my forehead and rocking me back and forth like Vivi did a lot. She was crying with me.

I was still shaking vigorously, still scared. I mean, how is someone supposed to get over so much trauma and be around other people so quickly? I was slowly getting better, but I had jumped into way too much, way too fast. I didn't know what to think. I was at war with my own mind. I loved them already, I was happy around them, but my body was freaking out on my behalf and I wanted it to stop.

"It's ok to be confused and overwhelmed and scared. But Momma's got you, Princess, and you're going to be ok." Momma told me. "I love you so much, Princess."

I looked back and saw Vivi right there behind me. I took his hand and I closed my eyes.

You're safe, Kiara. You're home, with Vivi and the people he trusts most.

No one is going to hurt you. It's been weeks since you came home with him and weeks since you met them. No one is trying to hurt you anymore.

This is Momma and Dad is in the kitchen. Just relax.

Relax, Kiara.

I talked myself through the panic and then once it was all gone, and everything was ok, I cried some more. I was able to just get through whatever it was that prevented me from being around people. I was a little bit nervous about meeting everyone else, but I didn't think that was out of the ordinary.

"Mommy." I cried, hiding my face in her neck while I cried.

"Sh.... it's ok, baby." She said to me.

"I'm not scared of you." I told her, wanting her to know that.

"But it's ok if you're a little bit scared, Princess." She said to me.

"I'm not. I'm not scared." I told her.

In reality, I wasn't. I knew very well that these people weren't scary. I had been through it in my head a million times and I'd heard stories about them and how Vivi grew up around them. They were the furthest thing from scary, it was just a post-traumatic thing that caused me to have a meltdown.

"You're my brave girl, huh?" Momma said, kissing my forehead.

"Momma....?" I said softly.

"Yes, Princess?" She asked me.

"My hair is annoyingly long." I told her, trying to move to some less stressful topics of conversation and wiping away my tears.

"Do you want to cut it?" Momma asked me.

"I'd like that." I answered, still refusing to let go or move from my position and hanging onto her for dear life.

"Momma can cut it for you, Princess. Don't you worry about it." She said, kissing me on my cheek this time and then brushing my long hair back and away from my face.

"I've heard you baked a delicious cake." Momma told me.

"Yeah, Dad liked it." I said softly.

"He did? Can I try some?" Momma asked me with a smile, a few tears still sitting on her cheeks.

I reached up and wiped away her tears, hiccupping and then turning bright red.

"Oh, My Love." Momma giggled, wiping away my tears and kissing me on the cheek.

"I'll get you a slice of ca-hic-ake. And we bought you some ice cream." I said, smiling up at my momma. She giggled at my hiccups and let me get up and run to the kitchen.

Suddenly, things were perfectly ok. I was honestly worried for myself. My own actions and behaviours were confusing. I was just having a crazy mental breakdown a few seconds ago and now I was prancing around happily.

I found Daddy eating the entire cake and quickly stole a piece for Momma despite his objections. Daddy was a goofy guy. He acted like a child sometimes too, so I was glad I wasn't the only childish person around.

"Momma! I got the cake!" I said, rushing out of the kitchen before Dad could steal the slice from me.

I handed Momma the plate just before Daddy grabbed my by the waist from behind and started tickling me.

I squealed and gave out the most unfiltered ugly laugh ever. Vivi was watching in amusement as I tried to melt through Daddy's arms and run away.

"Stop it.... please." I laughed. "I'll bake you another cake if you stop, daddy! Stop!"

I was still laughing my head off and squirming.

"Another cake?" Daddy asked, intrigued and halting his tickles.

"Yup. But no more tickles." I said.

"Fine." He said, letting me go.

"Kiwi, come here for a second, baby." Vivi said to me, plopping down on the couch and stretching his arms out towards me.

I walked over and let him pull me into his lap.

"Are you alright?" He asked me, brushing my hair back.

"Yeah. Is it normal for me to have a mental breakdown and then be fine again so quickly? Is there something wrong with me?" I asked in concern.

"No. I think your emotions are just going through a lot. Why don't we let momma have her cake and then she can cut your hair and we can all have a movie night?" Vivi said to me.

"That would be nice." I smiled, kissing Vivi on the cheek. "I love you."

He didn't respond to my declaration of love, he just planted a lingering kiss on my forehead. He was frustrating me. I just wanted to hear a simple 'I love you', just so I knew it wasn't one sided.

Momma gave me a knowing look. She knew exactly how I felt about all these feelings with Vivi. She put a bite of cake in her mouth and then she sighed with a huge smile on her face.

"This is delicious, Kiara." Momma said to me.

I smiled.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Yup. It's delicious, Princess." She confirmed.

After Momma ate her slice of cake, Daddy fed her some of her ice cream while her and I sat in front of the mirror in the bathroom. We were picking a length for my hair. But Daddy devoured most of her ice cream himself, not leaving her much.

"I really love how it looks long." Momma said to me.

"It's nice long but it's annoying. I keep accidentally sitting on it." I told her,

"How about we don't cut too much off then? We can leave it long, but not long enough for it to be too annoying. How does that sound?" Momma asked.

"Good." I nodded with a smile.

"Great, I'll go get my scissors, Princess." Momma said.

"Wait, Momma." I said, taking her hand.

One look at me and she understands that I'm not a fan of sharp objects. She got down on her knees beside me and she took both my hands in hers.

"Tell me what you need me to do." She said to me.

"I know you won't hurt me, I just get scared." I told her.

"Okay... how about I bring the scissors and we only start when you're ready?" She asked me.

I nodded and Daddy sat down on the ground beside me.

"Hey, Bunny." He said softly.

"Hi." I smiled, then he placed his head on my lap, making me feel extra safe. I put my hand on his head and I ran my fingers through his hair. His hair felt different. It was thick but it wasn't as thick as Vivi's and it was so soft.

"I love you, Bunny." Daddy told me.

"Love you, Dad." I smiled.

I loved my new nicknames, Dad called me his Bunny and Momma called me a princess. Those were cute nicknames. It made me feel like they loved me. Both of them said they loved me and I truly felt like they did.

Momma came back with the scissors, but I was surprisingly calm. Daddy took my hand and Vivi took the other. That made me comfortable enough to let Momma start the cutting. I watched the scissors carefully, trying not to shake too much and make it harder for her.

Momma was fast though, after only about five minutes, my hair was cut shorter than before. It reached my waist and thankfully it wasn't possible for me to sit on it anymore. My hair somehow looked thicker, the ends were softer and it just felt so much better this way.

"It's so pretty." Momma smiled, putting the scissors away so that I didn't have to be scared.

"I love it, Momma. Thank you!" I cheered.

"Aw. No problem, Princess." Momma said, kissing my head.

Vivi came closer and he raked his fingers through my hair, he looked at me through the mirror and he ran his fingers all through my hair.

"Wow, it's extra soft. It's beautiful." Vivi said, seeming very lost in the feeling of my hair.

"Ok, Loverboy. Get away from her." Dad laughed, pushing Vivi aside and scooping me up in his arms.

"Movie time." Dad said to me.

I smiled and let him take me to the couch where we were going to watch a movie.

"No, no. First let's all just talk." Momma said.

"Alright." Daddy agreed, sitting beside Momma with me in his lap. Vivi walked over and pushed his parents aside, pulling me out of Daddy's lap and placing me in his own. I was straddling his lap so that I could still face Momma and Daddy.

"Momma, how did you meet Dad?" I asked her.

"Well. It was a setup." Momma laughed.

"Why don't you guys tell us the story?" Vivi said, but he looked like he already knew quite a bit about it.

"Sure thing." Daddy said, tucking some of my freshly cut hair away from my face. "Are you ready for this, Bunny?"

I giggled and nodded my head. Maybe this would help me learn more about them and maybe a bit about the others in the family as well. My family.