*Disclaimer* I do not own "The Loud House". But if I did, Lucy would get more episodes and we would learn more about great grandma Harriet.

AN: First, I want to dedicate this to author SpartanXHunterX who gave me the courage to do this story. I hope I do you proud.

Date: May, 2008
Location: Royal Woods Hospital, Maternity Ward

When it comes to the wonder of child-birth, Rita and Lynn Loud Sr were no slouches. After giving birth to 5 daughters and 1 son the couple thought they had seen it all. That is, until now.

Because their newest addition was being born two weeks earlier ahead of schedule.

Now normally two weeks doesn't seem like a big deal, but all of their other children were born on time so being a little bit nervous was reasonable. Right now, waiting in the delivery room was a 9 yr old Lori, 8 yr old Leni, 7 yr old Luna, 6 yr old Luan and a 5 yr old Lynn Jr.

…

Lincoln, who is 3, is spending the day with great grandma Harriet.

Not that the boy minded of course, Harriet was a kind and gentle old soul who loves all of her great grand children. But needless to say she had a soft spot for the white haired child. In fact when Lincoln was born she made him a little white hat and his favorite stuffed rabbit, Bun-Bun.

Right now, we find the two of them relaxing in Harriet's garden in the backyard.

"So Lincoln, how do you feel now that you're going to become a big brother?" Harriet asked in her soft tone. "I'm excited but also nervous" Lincoln answered. "What if the new baby doesn't like me?" He continued, "I mean it took months for Lori to open up to me" and then let out a sad sigh. "And it wouldn't matter to me if the new baby is a boy or a girl. All I want for the new baby right now is that it's happy and healthy."

Harriet couldn't help feeling proud of her great grandson's declaration.

"Well I think you're going to make a fine big brother to your new little sister" Harriet said. Lincoln looked up at her with confusion, "How do you know the new baby is a girl?" The child asked. Then the wise old great grandmother let out a chuckle "Oh, call it a feeling my little snowflake" she vaguely answered.

"Great grandma, do you know why I have white hair?" Lincoln asked very innocently.

Harriet was a little surprised at the question, "Why do you ask?"

"Because all the kids at my pre-school keep laughing at me because of it. No one ever wants to play with me, only wanting to point and laugh very meanly. Everyone calls me 'Grandpa' and ask dumb questions like, 'Where's your cane?' or 'Have a nice nap old timer?' or 'Did you take your daily pill during snack time?' it hurts great grandma. Some days I wish I could just stay home" a misty eyed Lincoln admitted.

Hearing her great grandson's words made Harriet's heart sink.

"Lincoln" Harriet spoke. "In my experience, there are at least two reasons for acts of cruelty towards other people. 1, they mock what they don't understand and no desire to understand. For some, it is easier to hate than it is to love. And 2, certain people instinctively have this mindset of how people should act, what they should like and dislike. So when they find someone that doesn't fit their 'Standards' so to speak, they would criticize to your face or do it behind your back."

"What I'm trying to tell you is that while there will be people in your life that will try to bring you down, you can't let them. My philosophy on life is the old saying, 'Que sera, sera' which means what will be, will be."

"Just because there are people that won't always share your interests or hobbies doesn't mean there won't be people out there that will. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Lincoln had to take a moment to think about his great grandmother's advice.

Lincoln never told his parents or his sisters about this because he knows that might be more trouble that it's worth. Knowing his sisters, Lori might've used her "Human Pretzel" threat or Luan pulling nasty pranks or Lynn just flat out beating 'em up. Plus he didn't want to bother his parents since they're usually handling his sister's problems and that's no easy picnic.

But Lincoln felt comfortable taking to Harriet. In his mind, she always knows what to say at the right time.

Next to his grandfather Pop-Pop, Lincoln thinks great grandma Harriet is one of the coolest members of the family. Whenever he would visit her, she would let him play with her tarot cards and they would view her crystal ball together like it was a television set. Some people think Harriet is a little spooky because she believes in the supernatural and magic. But Lincoln thought that kind of stuff was cool as well.

Sometimes he wishes his sisters felt the same way.

But unfortunately, his sisters are some of the people that think she's a little too spooky. But Harriet never stopped loving any of her great grandchildren because of it. "Say, how about we go back inside for some lemonade and take a look at the ol' crystal ball?" she offered. "Okay" said a very eager Lincoln.

So then the dynamic duo so to speak, went back inside through the back door that leads to the kitchen. As luck would have it, the wise old great grandmother already had a pitcher ready in the refrigerator.

Lincoln always enjoyed Harriet's lemonade because she had this uncanny ability to make her lemonade not too bitter but not overly too sweet either. It was just right, the goldilocks of lemonade. Lincoln asked one time how she does it and she responded with, "A magician never reveals her secrets".

It perplexed the little boy but shrugged it off since that's how she usually answers his questions.

So after the two shared a nice cup of lemonade, they went to the living room and sat on the sofa and sitting in front of them on a long black coffee table was a very ornate crystal ball like the kind you would see in fortune teller shops. Harriet then took off her hat and replaced it with a purple turban.

Lincoln slightly giggled; usually when the two of them would look into the crystal ball she would mimic the mannerisms of a gypsy for the full experience. But this time, the ball was glowing in a bright hue.

Harriet knew what it meant. "Lincoln, it's time for us to go to the hospital" she said.

"You mean we get to see the new baby?" a very excited Lincoln asked. "Precisely" Harried said with a smile.

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Meanwhile at the hospital we find a very happy couple in a room with the wife on the bed holding her new daughter. "Oh Lynn, isn't she beautiful?" Rita asked. "She is" Lynn Sr. answered.

While initially they were nervous of the baby's health due to her being born ahead of schedule, the doctors assured them that this kind of thing happens more times than not. "I wish she would open her eyes just a little bit, I'm curious if she has my brown eyes or your blue eyes" Lynn Sr. admitted. "Honey we just got her back from the doctors cleaning her up after the birth, give it some time" Rita told her hubby.

And then, the couple heard a knock on the door-frame.

And then came in Lincoln and great grandma Harriet. "Is it too early for visitors?" she asked. "No come right in, actually I was hopping Lincoln could come in first" said Lynn Sr. in a whisper tone. Lincoln was a little surprised that his dad wanted him to see the new baby first. Then the boy walked over to his mom and saw his new little sister cradled in her arms. Lincoln was in complete awe.

Lincoln meant what he said earlier it not mattering to him if the new baby was a boy or a girl. But now he's really happy to see her. Strangely, he was slightly happy that the new baby was a girl.

As if it was meant to be.

"Hi there" Lincoln said in the most quiet tone possible. "I'm your big brother, Lincoln. And I want you to know that I love you and I will protect you and be there for you at the drop of a hat."

Rita, Lynn Sr. and Harriet were very touched at Lincoln's kind words.

"So, have you thought about any names yet?" Harried asked her grandson. "Not yet, we were trying to figure out if we wanted to branch out or continuing our tradition of the letter 'L'" Lynn Sr. answered.

Just then, the radio in the room started to play a very moving song:

"Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you; you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes."

Everyone in the room thought it was odd that this song was playing right now.

"Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone."

As the drumbeat finished, you could hear the chorus.

"Lucy in the sky with diamonds"

And then by some cosmic force, the new baby's eyes shot open revealing the most beautiful pair of onyx gray eyes. Just like great grandma Harriet's were. As the baby looked at her surroundings, she saw her mother and father but then her eyes were focused on Lincoln and Harriet. She looked at the two of them and gave the biggest smile she could. She wrapped her little hand on Lincoln's finger, and the boy began feeling misty eyed.

Lynn Sr. turned to his grandmother with a smile and then looked at this wife and she had the same look.

"I think we decided on a name for the baby" Lynn Sr. declared. Harriet gained a curious look, "Oh, and what would that would be?" she asked. "And I think you might be happy with the name" Rita said, taking over from her husband. "Well don't keep us in suspense now, I'm not getting any younger" Harriet said in a joking tone.

Rita, Lynn Sr. and Lincoln couldn't help but giggle with her.

Harriet was always a curious case. But none of the less, she did have sense of humor.

Rita then looked down at her new daughter and said:

"Welcome to the world, Lucy Harriet Loud."

Music I listened to while making this :

"Season of the Witch" by Donovan
(cover) "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" by Cheap Trick

AN: Now, the reason I set up the story like this is because I wanted to show the beginning of the bond between Lucy and Lincoln. As for Harriet and Lincoln, I believe that next to Lucy Lincoln would be comfortable around her and find her interesting since she and Lucy are so much alike. And I want to give a shout-out to author Numbuh 10-4 for writing great grandma Harriet in an interesting perspective.