The city lights outside the apartment cast a soft glow through the sheer curtains, painting the room in muted golds. The sounds of TUFF’s Halloween PPV still lingered faintly in Aurora’s mind—the echo of the crowd, the clash of bodies, the sharp intake of breath when she hit the Celestial Slam on Samuel Hurst. But now, all of that violence, all of that chaos, melted away the moment the door to their home closed behind them. Aurora Quinn kicked off her boots, her legs heavy but her heart light. Evie had already scooped up Lyra from her car seat, the little one yawning and stretching her tiny hands. The apartment smelled faintly of pumpkin candles Evie had lit while they were at the show—a warm, domestic calm that contrasted perfectly with the storm of the arena. “She’s been waiting all day to see you,” Evie whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Lyra’s face as she nestled against her chest. Aurora smiled, crouching down to kiss the top of her daughter’s soft, tousled hair.“I missed you, little star,” Aurora murmured, her voice rough with tired adrenaline but tender, overflowing with love. Evie leaned against the doorway, pulling out her phone. “I have to… just one picture. The fans need to see how amazing our little girl is,” she said softly, lifting Lyra’s sleeping form and angling the camera. The soft click captured the quiet miracle of a one-year-old who had survived the spectacle of TUFF life with nothing more than innocence and wonder in her eyes.Aurora wrapped an arm around Evie, resting her cheek against hers as Evie sent the photo to their social media, adding a simple caption:"Home at last. Our little star sleeps peacefully after her first Hellwalkers. 💫 #LyraQuinnCarter #ProudMoms #TUFFFam"Aurora let out a deep breath, her muscles finally relaxing. “I can’t believe she slept through Samuel Hurst’s screeching promos,” she whispered, a teasing grin tugging at her lips.Evie laughed quietly, smoothing Lyra’s tiny hand over her chest. “She’s got better reflexes than most of the roster. Maybe she’s ready for her first in-ring debut… at age one.”Aurora’s heart swelled as she watched her family: Evie’s quiet, protective warmth, Lyra’s tiny fingers curling in sleep, the peace that filled the apartment like sunlight. For tonight, the only match that mattered had already been won.