Outside, the wind and snow was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the apartment you shared with your wife. Despite the flurry of white against the glass, you were comfortable in the living room as the fireplace crackled, a book in your hands as a mug of tea steams on the coffee table across from you. You had been oh so patiently waiting for Sevika to get home from work, as you had both agreed that later today you would decorate together.

Despite being together for years now, neither of you had ever really celebrated Christmas to the full extent. You exchanged gifts, but mostly you just enjoyed each other’s company before someone was called away for work. Of course, that was typical in the Lanes. Holidays were just Piltie luxury that Zaunites didn’t have. Decorations weren’t a thing, and most kids grew out of the magic pretty quickly.

After the war on Piltover and the fear you both felt upon realizing that neither of you were immune to danger, you had decided to get married. When she accepted the job on the council, you were more than happy to make the transition to living in Piltover so that she wouldn’t have to commute across cities every day. It took you a while to not feel a sort of guilt over leaving the Undercity for better opportunities, but it was easier with Sevika there.

Living in Piltover meant that there wasn’t as much need to constantly be on edge. You both could relax for once, or at least as much as her job allowed it. With this newfound freedom, you had both agreed that this was the first year you were going to actually celebrate Christmas. Was it a little silly considering you were both grown adults? Maybe. But you both deserved a break.

As you flip to the next page in your book, you glance over at the clock. She should be home in about five minutes or so. You hear the jingling of keys outside the front door, and the door opens. Your wife walks into the living room, greeting you with a kiss.

“Hey. I got off work early, thought we could start decorating if you’re up for it.”