Vaggie sat in her room, taking a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself for the impending visit of her relatives. Her thoughts were a mix of apprehension, frustration, and determination. She knew all too well the challenges her family members could bring, particularly her sister with her unattainable cleanliness standards and her niece's demanding attitude.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the techniques she had learned over the years to manage her emotions. Breathing slowly, she let herself acknowledge her feelings without judgment. It was okay to feel a mix of irritation and anxiety; those emotions were valid. But she also knew that dwelling solely on the negatives wouldn't help her navigate the situation.

With each breath, she reminded herself of her own strength. She had built a new life in the Hazbin Hotel, surrounded by people who genuinely cared about her well-being. Charlie, Angel Dust, and the others had become her chosen family, her anchor in a world of chaos.

Vaggie's mind turned to strategies. She knew that setting boundaries was crucial. She would calmly communicate her needs to her relatives, asserting herself without letting their opinions sway her. It was important for her own mental health and the harmony of the hotel.

She opened her eyes, her determination renewed. She could handle this. With Charlie and Angel Dust by her side, she had allies who understood and supported her. And little Y/N, her adorable source of love and joy, was a reminder of why she was willing to face these challenges head-on.

As the time for the visit drew closer, Vaggie made a mental checklist of coping mechanisms. She would give herself breaks when needed, stepping away for a moment of solitude to recharge. She would engage in conversations that interested her, focusing on positive topics to divert from potential conflicts.

And, if things got too overwhelming, she knew she could always count on the support of her chosen family. Charlie's warm presence, Angel Dust's humor, and the love they all shared were constants that would carry her through.

Vaggie heard the soft sounds of Y/N stirring from his nap, and she quickly made her way to his room. As she entered, she saw Y/N blinking his little eyes, his arms stretching out as he woke up. His small face crinkled in a mix of confusion and sleepiness.

"Hey there, little guy," Vaggie cooed softly, her voice a soothing melody. She approached the crib and gently leaned over, her warm smile directed at Y/N. "Did you have a good nap?"

Y/N's eyes gradually focused on Vaggie, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. He let out a quiet babble, reaching out his arms toward her. Vaggie's heart melted at the sight, and she carefully scooped him up, cradling him against her chest.

"You must be feeling a bit disoriented, huh?" Vaggie whispered, running her fingers through Y/N's soft hair. "It's okay, sweetie. You're safe, and I'm here with you."

She moved to a nearby chair and settled down, adjusting Y/N in her arms. Vaggie rocked gently back and forth, a rhythm that mirrored the beat of her heart. Y/N's tiny head nestled against her shoulder, his small body finding comfort in her embrace.

As she rocked him, Vaggie hummed a soft tune, the vibrations of her voice resonating through both of them. Y/N's breaths slowly matched the rhythm, his tense muscles gradually relaxing. Vaggie's touch, her warmth, and the familiarity of her presence were all he needed to feel secure.

"You know, Y/N," Vaggie began in a gentle voice, "sometimes waking up from a nap can be a bit confusing. But you're never alone. I'm here for you, and I'll always be here to make you feel better."

Vaggie pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, and he let out a contented sigh. She continued to hold him, allowing him the time he needed to fully wake up and adjust to his surroundings. The soft sounds of her voice and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat were a soothing symphony that enveloped him.

Gradually, Y/N's eyes began to flutter open again, and this time, they held a spark of recognition. He looked up at Vaggie, his expression transitioning from confusion to a sleepy, appreciative smile.

"Hey, there's that smile," Vaggie said with a gentle chuckle. "Feeling better now?"

Y/N responded with a soft gurgle, his tiny hand reaching up to touch Vaggie's cheek. She leaned into his touch, savoring the connection they shared.

Vaggie knew that these quiet, intimate moments were some of the most precious. The bond she had with Y/N was something she treasured deeply, a connection that transcended words. As they sat together, enveloped in their own world of comfort and love, Vaggie's heart swelled with a sense of fulfillment.