Disclaimer- I still don't own Castle, Andrew Marlowe does, and I don't want him to sue me for playing in his sandbox. Thanks for sticking with me as I hammered out this story this weekend, free from baby! I love you all!

Got Ya Day is a tradition with families with adopted children. It's like a second birthday every year where they celebrate getting them. I thought this would be a nice epilogue for this story.

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 1

I watched as Natalie stood on the center of the stage of her school, wearing a blue dress that Alexis had picked out, the spotlight on her and the audience was silent. I couldn't believe she had gotten this far; this was the Greenwood Day School fifth grade Spelling Bee. True, she still lacked in math, but her love of science and English were enough to get her promoted a year once we got her into a private school. She twirled a lock of her hair nervously around her finger.

"Miss Castle, since Mr. Davis couldn't spell Anaphylaxis, it's your turn to spell it. If you spell it right, you've won the Fifth Grade Spelling Bee for Greenwood Day School."

She stepped up to the mic and swallowed.

"Anaphylaxis. A-N-A," she began. She swallowed and Castle grabbed my hand. His hand felt just as cold and clammy as mine. "P….H?" She glanced the moderator, who didn't move. "Y?... L… A-X-I-S? Anaphylaxis."

Castle and I stood up and started screaming. Then, I realized we were the only ones making all the noise.

"Guys!" Alexis hissed beside us, embarrassed as hell. "Shh!"

"Yes, that's correct! Natalie Castle, you are the fifth grade Spelling Bee winner of Greenwood Day School!"

Natalie's face broke into a grin as the audience applauded. Our daughter, who had been functionally illiterate one short year ago had won the school's Spelling Bee!

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 2

"I hope you're ready to serve this ten pounds of sugar and lard," Laney said, carrying a giant pink box from the bakery.

"Right here," I said, indicating the picnic table. We had been organizing so many things on Got Ya Day, the work was never-ending for us. Laney had done a good job with being Natalie's Godmother and had volunteered to make this party work by picking up the cake for us.

Natalie and her classmates were playing volleyball in Central Park, and blessedly, it had turned out sunny and a perfect early spring day, if not a little chilly. Natalie was now serving the game. Somehow, in the last year, she had grown a set of boobs, which she was weirded out about and didn't quite know what to do with, now. She had yet to have a growth spurt, though. I was dreading that she'd be the really hot girl in her grade a few years and wouldn't know what to do. The boys in her grade made me nervous.

She tossed the volleyball into the air and struck it with her fist and it hurdled over the next.

Ben, Alexis's new boyfriend, called the play when the otherside missed. I liked Ben; he was from the South, had been in the Marines for seven years before going back to graduate school, and best of all, had already published a book through Penguin. He had and Castle had a lot to talk about, and he even brought up possibly proposing to Alexis, which we jumped at.

She opened for me it said, NATALIE IN THE MIDDLE.

"Are you kidding me?" I cried. "I told them! It needs to say 'Natalie' in the middle, not 'NATALIE IN THE MIDDLE.'"

Laney burst out laughing. "I hope she's got a sense of humor about it."

"Natalie!" I called. "Come over here!"

The game was over, the last miss was the winning point. Natalie came running over.

"Nat," I began. "Baby bird, I'm so sorry…" I hoped this didn't ruin her special day.

She slipped her glasses on and took a look, and then gave me a wide grin. "Mom, what did you tell the cake-maker?" she asked, giggling.

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 3

We were putting off Natalie's Got Ya Day this year because of two reasons; we got the call the week before that Natalie's half-brother had been found. We had finally located her birth father, who lived in California before being arrested for transporting drugs across state lines and imprisoned. He had no idea Natalie existed, but had volunteered to do a genetic test, and the test came up positive. He had another child who was only three, who had been turned over to the foster system named Miguel. We got pictures of him and he was to die for, the cutest little face with dimples when he smiled and dark eyes. Knowing that Natalie had a half-brother, we couldn't NOT take him in, even if it was cross-country. Her birth father had written us and told us that it was best that his kids were with a really good family that could give them a better life than he ever could.

The other reason: Alexis had announced she was pregnant a few weeks earlier with Ben's baby and wanted to get the wedding taken care of as soon as possible, so she wasn't showing at her wedding. We had thrown together a quick celebration in the Hamptons, after this, we were flying out to Los Angeles to pick up Miguel and bring him back to New York.

"You don't mind putting off Got Ya Day?" Alexis asked Natalie apologetically as we sat in the spa with our feet in the pedicure tubs.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you put Ben's boy parts in your girl parts and rubbed them together," Natalie teased. "That's so gross!" This was basically how I had described sex to Natalie, which ended with her screaming and hollering in disgust. You and dad did that? she asked in horror. I nodded. She claimed she'd never do that, but I saw her putting up pictures on her walls of boys from the TV shows she watched. She's want to, one day. She told me she had already kissed her boyfriend, which broke my heart.

She was turning out very beautiful, despite her braces; she had taken an interest in make-up and often loved playing with it, now that we had gotten her contact lenses. Her hair had gradually gone from dark blonde to honey-brown, although she had been begging me for months for highlights. She was turning into the hot girl right before my very eyes, and it made me, as well as Castle, very, very uneasy whenever boys were around her. She had a "boyfriend" she was "going out" with at school, which basically meant they sat together at lunch and talked on the phone every night. She had begged and begged for a cell phone around Christmas, and we finally got her first cell phone, which she always had on her ear.

Alexis blushed. "Don't knock it. One day you'll want to do that, too."

"No way! Never with my boyfriend! If that's how the human race has kept on going, gross! I'm going to adopt! That's so creepy!"

"Hey, this is your niece or nephew!"

"What are you going to name them?" she asked.

"Don't say Cosmo," I said.

"No. No 'Cosmo.' I think we're going to name the baby Lucy if it's a girl and Jack if it's a boy."

"Either name, I'm going to love them," Nat said softly. She kissed Alexis's stomach, which wasn't even showing, yet. "Even if you did have to do that gross stuff to have them."

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 4

I stood before a whole auditorium of people, announcing my run for New York State Senator.

"I stand up here today as a failure.

"I don't think it should be any surprise to anybody that my platform is going to be bettering life for the children in this state," I said at the podium. I had been planning this for the last eight months when my efforts to better the foster care system in this state had been met with red tape. "We're creating a society where children in the foster system are swept up into the judicial system by accident and there's really no one in their corner, so they turn into hardened criminals. The only way we can stop that from happening is to nip it in the bud by giving them excellent foster care and eventually, adoptions, no matter what their age.

"I was terrified of adopting a child that wasn't a baby when I found out that I couldn't have children. But my life was changed when I was investigating a murder scene and a tiny little girl came bursting out of a stairwell and knocked my husband over. I managed to get her to the floor, where she promptly told me, 'I'm not a snitch, and I'm not your bitch!'" The audience laughed, just like I wanted them to do. "We tried to do the right thing and return her to her foster home, but what I saw was not safe. I took her there and it was not a good place for a child. There was yellow water running through the faucets and the bathrooms didn't even work. The apartment wasn't heated, either. She hadn't been taken to school, and at the time, was considered functionally illiterate. She had only met this particular foster mother once, and that was it, one week earlier, the rest of the week, a foster child in a gang was overseeing her care. I later found out that he had taken all the food in the apartment away from her and threatened her with, 'Closed legs don't get fed.' She fought back, and luckily, she resorted to stealing food to survive in that short time instead of child prostitution. But if we hadn't found her in time, she'd have been dragged into that terrible life. No child deserves to be told that they have to earn love, shelter, clothing, an education, or even the right to eat; all children need these things unconditionally to grow into functional, productive adults. When my husband and I sat down with her to do her homework at the dining room table, she panicked and asked what we were doing; she had never had a foster parent involved in her education. Three days later, she got an A on her homework, and you should have seen the pride on her face. That was worth it.

"It turned out she was severely neglected, abused, and ignored since entering the system. Her grades reflected that. I worried I wasn't capable of parenting a foster child, that I didn't have the psychological training and expertise to raise her correctly. It turned out, I did, but I was not the one that saved her; she saved me. I was struggling with infertility at the time, convinced that a baby would be easier to raise than a ten-year-old girl. I realize that that's not really true; it's just as hard to raise a baby as it is any child of any age.

"One year later, she had learned so much that she won the Spelling Bee for her grade at Greenwood Day School in Manhattan. I realized that all she needed was love and attention and a regular schedule, great advice I got from my captain, who was my lifeline during that time. Now, my daughter is one of the best students in her grade at Marlowe Prep, had won awards, is in student government, and plays volleyball for her school. She's our baby bird, and we couldn't be more proud of her. But I still see children being failed by the foster care system, and it's distressing to me, which was why I started a grassroots action campaign to better the foster system and encourage people to not be so afraid of taking in foster children.

"But its been a tough ride: all my efforts to improve the foster care system in New York state have been systematically met with red tape and bureaucracy. This is why I'm running for the state government; I want to make the foster care system in this state better because… our children deserve it. All of them deserve a safe and loving home. They deserve parents that turn them into productive adults, parents who they want to call and keep up with later in life, a forever family. So often, would-be foster parents decline, stating that it's too hard or a terrible case they saw on the news where a foster child went crazy and committed a heinous crime. That's a rarity, it's not the norm. All foster children need a safe place where they feel loved. All foster children deserve a fair chance at life. Most of the ones I've met are just kids craving love and attention and for whatever reason, can't find that anywhere.

"And yes, I failed as a foster parent: I couldn't give my daughter back. When I held her as she fell asleep, and she said, 'I love you, Mommy' it was the greatest feeling I had ever had in my entire life. That's the way new moms feel when they hold the baby that they just gave birth to for the first time. I could never give her up. She's my whole world. And then, my son, Miguel, came into my life, and my life is complete, now. With that in mind, I'm announcing my intent to run on my daughter and my son's Got-Ya Da, a day we celebrate that they came into our family, because I have every intention of making sure every child in our foster care system gets a Got Ya Day with a loving family that they deserve. We need real reform, because our kids are the most important thing in the world."

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 5

I had won the State Senator seat and left the police force, but only after a nude picture 'scandal,' which we pretty much laughed off. I think that's why I had a landslide; I didn't give a fuck over some nude modeling pictures from my college years, despite the conservative right trying so hard to rail against me for being a slut. I laughed and was happy when they brought up an old picture in an interview. "I thought these got destroyed a while back, when my apartment was blown up by a murder suspect I was tracking when I was a homicide detective!" I said, excited. "I thought these were lost, how cool that they were found! Didn't I look great? What the hell, I still look great, don't I?" That left my interviewer stunned.

They claimed I was the antiChrist, but I just said, I knew I had great boobs back then, so what? They were awesome. They still are, trust me. I'm not ashamed; I was young and beautiful. I'm not ashamed now, either! Why should I be? It was art, not pornography. The feminist movement hailed me like Jesus after that and I won by a landslide.

Then, the whole conspiracy theory had hatched that I was a lesbian and used Castle as my beard since I never took his last name. I had to explain that I had worked hard to succeed in the police force, just like I was working hard now. My name meant something to me long before I got married and long before I ran for office, that's why I never changed it to Castle's.

I also decided to put it all out there; the reason I had never given birth was because I suffered from endometriosis, so much so that I had had to have a partial hysterectomy last year and never carried any of my conceptions to term. I was asked by the National Endometriosis Foundation, stationed in Buffalo, to speak up for funding on the research. It was a difficult choice, but I took the position of spokeswoman, determined to leave my shame at the door.

"The reason why there's so much mystery about this disease is because nobody's willing to speak publicly about it," I said from the podium. "I'm willing to be open and honest with the voting public, just like the Revlon company was about cervical cancer and just like how Susan G. Komen was about breast cancer. Before them, these diseases were taboo and there was little to no funding for treatment. Few women knew what those diseases were until it was far too late and were too ashamed when they suspected something, so they delayed treatment, ending up hurting their reproductive capabilities and eventually, threatening their own lives. There's no face to endometriosis due to the shaming stigma, so nobody wants to invest in managing and curing it, either. Most men don't know much about it because they're afraid to ask and educate themselves and they buy into the stigma that it's gross to talk about because it has to do with menstruation. There's not much research on managing it and we, as women, are encouraged to keep it quiet and are shamed for bringing it up. The cause is a mystery, and that's adding to the shame and stigma. Then, the infertility happens due to it, and then cancer. It's time that changed. Women are dying from lack of knowledge, education, and funding the cure for this disease. The victims deserve to be treated with dignity and respect for their battle and they deserve better options and care. The time for being ashamed of having this disease is over for me. And I want it to be over for all women who have it. We have to work towards a cure with this disease or it's never going to improve or get better. I've decided that, even though this is embarrassing and private for me, I'm going to speak up about it and the troubles it's given me and family and all the hiding and embarrassment and secrecy we've had to go through. My husband said to me a few years back when were thinking about adopting my youngest daughter, 'we have to be the change we want to see in the world.' And it's right. I have to be the voice I've been waiting for with endometriosis. It's excruciating pain and so often brushed off and spoken down to as inappropriate to speak about. I've kept it to myself for a long time. I didn't tell my husband about it until we had been together for a few months, and I never told my other boyfriends, either. I only trusted one of my best friends with this knowledge for years. When I tried to get pregnant, I struggled with a short-term conception that miscarried early, and I struggled with IVF before adopting and going into early menopause. This happened because I didn't know what to do, due to lack of medical research out there and lack of understanding. It was often written off as me just being overdramatic over my period or making an excuse. I'll never forget when a gym teacher wouldn't let me sit out of gym my freshman year of high school despite the pain being so terrible, I could hard move. I ended up collapsing during class and was taken to a hospital, where they finally diagnosed me with it and put me on an endless cycle of birth control for years. And that's only one instance of not being taken seriously, even after getting diagnosed. I ended up getting a partial hysterectomy about three years ago, ending any chances of ever having a pregnancy, just to escape the pain I was in. While I have children of my own through adoption, what I've been through is not fun, it's not fair, and it's not right to keep it quiet. For years after my mother died, my main focus was on making a career where I got to speak for the dead as a homicide detective in the New York Police Department. Now, I'll be the voice women everywhere need to make a change and take medical control to live happier, longer lives with less pain and more choices and to be taken seriously. This is a serious problem that affects our mothers, daughters, sister, girlfriends, and friends. We need to be proactive about it if we want to see it end."

I came down from the Senate pulpit and an entire group of people had crowded the Senate floor to cheer me on. It turned out that a lot of women, even those without endometriosis, had wanted someone to lead the charge in bringing about awareness and medical innovation. They celebrated me and told me not to ever feel shame for talking about my own struggles. It felt good to know I made a difference to all of them.

I flew home from Albany in secret that night.

"Look, Kate," my advisor said, pushing his iPad over to me as I was dropped off at the Albany airport.

Jezebel dot com had done a story on me in just a few short hours, showing a video of my speech to the floor. I grinned. So maybe, my not being able to have a baby wasn't so bad in the end; I was doing something really amazing for women everywhere. I knew that my pain was giving so many women a voice, now. It felt right. I was leaving a better world for Natalie and Miguel (and Alexis, even though she was already grown up) to inherit.

Even though it was late, I sneaked into our building right as Castle was finishing homework with Natalie and had was putting Miguel to bed.

"Mom!" Natalie shrieked, coming down the stairs as I walked in the door. "You made it to Got Ya Day!"

"Of course!" I cried, taking my petite daughter into my arms and squeezing her. "Did you think I'd miss it? No way!"

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 6

I had put off the announcement of my running for US Senator when it was supposed to fall on Marlowe Prep's Spring Formal. I had to be there for Natalie's big night; she had been asked to the formal by Jesse Garcia, the son of a Mexican music superstar. We had found a dress after an entire weekend of hunting through every major department store and formal shop and even a few designers. She told me all about Jesse every night I was home with her from Albany and when we talked over Skype when I wasn't. She was in love with him (or so she said). Him asking her to the dance made her sophomore year. After getting her hair and make-up done professionally, Natalie came down the stairs, glowing, wearing her formal dress. It looked amazing on her.; a light-blue dress a white sash and lace on the bodice. Alexis had come over with Lucy, her little red-headed toddler, to see the end result: she was pregnant with her second child with Ben.

"Nat-wee, you look pwetty!" Miguel said.

"Thanks, Migs," she said. "Where's Dad?" she asked me.

The doorbell rang and Jesse was waiting. "Hi, Jesse," I said, opening the door. He was tall, dark, and handsome with cheekbones you could surf on. I understood her excitement over getting asked. "Come on in."

Castle suddenly burst out of his office in a bloodstained white lab coat and a bloody severed head. "Castle!" I shouted. "No!"

"Dad!" Alexis shouted. Lucy started crying at the sight of her grandfather covered in blood. Alexis picked her up and shushed her.

"Dad!" Natalie cried, blushing. "What are you doing?"

The gleam in his eye died, and he frowned. "Okay." He sauntered back into his office, tail between his legs.

"Hey, Mr. Castle," Jesse said, blushing.

"He's trying to scare Jesse," I said. "Nice try, Castle, but it's not going to work!"

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 7

Now that I had won a seat on the Senate floor in DC, we had moved down to Georgetown in DC. We missed Alexis, Ben, Lucy, and Jack, but it was for the best; Natalie was finishing her last few years of high school at Georgetown Visitation Preparatory School, an all-girls Catholic institution, and was seeing Jesse long-distance. Tonight, I got out of the Senate to see her speak at Diversity Day. I sneaked into the auditorium as the Dean was giving his welcome to the students, teachers, and the parents in attendance. I listened to girls give speeches about their backgrounds and was glad we had chosen Georgetown Visitation for Nat.

Natalie was introduced and she had a smattering of applause. "Hi, my name is Natalie Castle. Yes, that Castle. And while I'm white, my story is still about the family I was born into and how my current family is not really like everybody else's. Today is my Got Ya Day, a day my family celebrates my entrance into their lives, it's like a second birthday every year. Seven years ago today, I almost slipped through the cracks of the foster care system that surely would have lead me into drugs and prostitution and eventually an early death, had I not been in the wrong place at the right time. Today is the day I met the people that would become my forever family, Rick Castle and Kate Beckett, who changed my life, and they tell me everyday that I changed theirs..."

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 8

This had been a stressful week for us; Natalie had gone back to New York by herself on the train to meet Alexis and Ben to stay at their apartment. She really wanted to see Jesse during spring break, and she was skipping Got Ya Day with us. We took Miguel out to Absolute Air, a trampoline park in Arlington to celebrate with his friends from school and us. It had been a hard choice for Natalie, since Jesse and she were having a lot of problems being so far apart. She made the choice, and we let her go. Alexis promised she'd try to make Natalie's Got Ya Day a big deal with Jesse, but as the party started that morning with all Miguel's friends, I got a frantic call from Natalie.

"Mom, I need to come home," she sobbed.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I'll tell you when I get there. Can you pick me up from the train station tonight?"

"Of course, honey."

That night, she got off the train, her pretty face tear stained and her eyes swollen.

"What happened?" I asked. "Is everything okay with Jesse?"

"Mom, he dumped me," she sobbed. "He said he can't do this long-distance thing anymore, and he told me that he didn't want me anymore."

"What… how?" I guided her to the car and let her in. She cried for a few more minutes, and I rubbed her shoulder as I drove back to Georgetown. "I'll kill him for saying that to you!" She cried for a few more minutes. "He has some nerve dumping you when you go up to see him," I said. "Two and a half years…"

"Mom… I had sex with him," she blurted out.

I felt my stomach drop out of my body. "What?"

"We had sex and it wasn't that great, and the next morning he called me at Alexis and Ben's and said it wasn't going to work out." She shivered and a sobbed wracked out of her body. "Mom, I gave up my virginity to him because he kept on telling me he'd stick it out until we got to college if I did it with him! I did it with him and he dumped me anyways! I feel so stupid!"

"I'm gonna kill him," I began.

"No!" she cried. "Don't kill him!"

"He used you and dumped you, how dare he?" I snarled. "He tricked you! I'm going to call your Uncle Javi and have him set him straight. Right now!"

"Mom, don't tell Dad! He'll be so mad at me!"

"Did you use a condom?" I asked her.

"Yes! Do you think I'm stupid or something? Of course we used a condom! I listen to you! I don't want to get pregnant like Alexis did!"

"I'm going to knock the shit out of that kid," I seethed.

Castle responded the same way that night. We planned to put the fear of God into Jesse for dumping our daughter right after sleeping with her, like Natalie said he pressured her to do for months on end leading up to the visit. Ben ended up being the one that set Jesse straight, and Natalie got an apology a few days later via email, although she was strong enough to not take him back.

I was proud of her for having enough self-respect to stick up for herself without my help now. She was strong through the whole thing.

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 9

Natalie's new boyfriend from Georgetown Visitation's brother school, Eric, was having a family dinner with us to celebrate Got Ya Day tomorrow. I had gotten re-elected to my seat in the Senate, and was enjoying (ha ha, not really) my second term. I met nothing but red tape and bureaucracy. And damn those cult-minded Tea Partiers for blocking any kind of progress, then blaming us for not enough change! I vowed that this would be my last term in the Senate, I was going to back to New York to campaign for change in the foster care system and working with the National Endometriosis Campaign.

Alexis and Ben came down with Lucy and Jack, and we started a casual family dinner on the back porch of our townhouse.

"I've got an announcement, and I'm so glad we're all here so I can make it," Natalie said. "Especially since this year's Got Ya Day turned out so much better than last." She opened up a file folder and pulled out five letters. "I've been accepted to five Universities, including my number one choice!"

"Nat, I'm so excited for you!" Alexis cried. "Which one was it?"

"Vassar, second to Sarah Lawrence," she said.

"What? When?" Castle cried. "I see the mail everyday!"

"I have own my mailbox," she scoffed. "I also got into American U, NYU, and Berkley."

"You have to go to NYU," Alexis said. "So we can be close! You can live with us!"

"Let's not jump ahead of ourselves here, Allie," Ben began carefully, picking up Jack, who was screaming over something new suddenly.

"No, we're moving back to New York when I'm done with my term, and then we'll..." I spotted something under Natalie's white button-up shirt sleeve. I grabbed her arm and whisked it back. "Natalie, what is this?" I cried. "A tattoo? When did you get this?"

She squealed and wrung away from me. "Don't look!"

"Nat, when did you get inked?" Castle cried.

"Let me see it!" Alexis cried, reaching for her arm. Natalie pulled her arm away.

"She's tattooed!" Ben sang. "Whatcha gonna do?"

"Nat got a tattoo!" Miguel cried. "I wanna see it!"

"Fine," Natalie said, pulling her shirt sleeve up. "Here is it."

It was a tattoo of two birds; one larger, one smaller. Her love of birds had gone too far.

"Why in the world did you get that?" I spluttered. "And you've got a sleeveless white dress to wear for graduation! Nat, what were you thinking?" I cried.

"It's a mother bird and a baby bird. Because I'm your baby bird, and you are my mother. I was thinking of you and how much I'm going to miss you next year, that's why I got it, Mom! You!"

Got Ya Day March 12th: Year 10

This was my first Got Ya Day without Natalie or Miguel. I couldn't get out of a hearing in DC until late, and she was at college. I had been strong the day we moved her up to Vassar; we had met the roommate in her dorm, unpacked her, set her up, given her an emergency credit card, and kissed her goodbye. The entire time, I tried not to cry in front of her, but I sobbed the entire way home. Castle comforted me, and told me I had done a good job of not crying in front of her. My baby bird was in college and had a boyfriend at Columbia this year. We had spent the Christmas holiday together as a family in the Hamptons where I got to know Jason, whose family had a Hamptons House down the street, too. The townhouse seemed so empty without her there, although Miguel still made his fair share of noise.

We had a party for Miguel, and Natalie called. We had talked for an hour, and I missed her terribly. She promised to come to New York and spend the whole summer with us when we moved back soon.

I opened the door to my bedroom after we put Miguel down for the night, and there was a birdcage in the corner. There was a sheet on top of it, and a card attached. I opened it and saw Natalie's handwriting.


I hate that we can't spend today together, but in my heart, I'm always with you. I may not have been born from your body, but you will always be the person I know I can always go to when I need love and understanding. You gave me a solid foundation and put my life on the right course, and I am forever thankful for that. You are my mother, and there will never be another person I'd ever trust than you. I hope one day I can be half the mother you were to me. I'll see you soon and I love you. I hope you enjoy the present!

Always with Love,

Your Baby Bird

I pulled off the sheet and two little finches were inside the cage. A mother bird and a baby bird.

"So you found it," Castle said, walking into the bedroom. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," I said. I took off my jacket, and there on my own forearm, was the same tattoo that Natalie had, just with script on it.

For you are my baby bird, and I am your mother. Always.