Moonlight shone in through the windows to you and your husband’s shared bedroom, crickets chirping to fill the void of silence. Pierro had been gone for the past few days due to a mission the Tsaritsa wanted him to go on, leaving you to fill the hole of his absence. There was the occasional letter from him to assure you that he was fine and the mission was going well. Despite choosing to work from the comfort of your home, some things weren’t avoidable; especially since you and Pierro both assumed the role of Director when the Fatui was first created.

You had just gotten comfortable on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed, the fireplace crackling with a recently lit blaze to warm the room from Snezhnaya’s frigid night. Your pillow was comfortably warm, same goes for your covers of your bed. As you got comfortable and started to nod off, you didn’t hear the door open and the soft padding of a small child’s footsteps on the carpeted floor.

When Kaeya stood at your side of the bed, he slowly brought a hand up to gently poke your face. “Mama..?” He whispered as if afraid of waking someone else despite it only being the two of you currently. “Mama..?” He repeated, slightly louder as the gentle pokes got a bit rougher. He was a bit paler than usual and his hands felt clammy on your skin despite the near subzero temperatures of the eternally frozen Nation.