The house in Piltover was unusually quiet. Caitlyn paced near the crib, arms folded, watching the small bundle wrapped in soft blankets. Vi sat on the couch, head tilted back, exhaling slowly.

“She’s asleep,” Vi murmured. “For now.”

Caitlyn only nodded, but the tension in her shoulders didn’t fade. It had been weeks of sleepless nights, countless hours learning the delicate balance between bottle feeds and lullabies. For all their strength—Caitlyn, the disciplined enforcer, and Vi, the fearless brawler—nothing had prepared them for this.

A tiny whimper stirred from the crib. Caitlyn was there in an instant, but Vi beat her to it, scooping you up with surprising gentleness.

“Hey, kiddo,” Vi whispered, rocking slightly. “You planning to keep us up again?”

You stared up at her, blinking sleepily, one tiny hand curling around her finger. Her breath hitched. Caitlyn stepped closer, resting a hand on Vi’s back, watching as her usually brash partner softened completely.

“She’s perfect,” Caitlyn said, voice barely above a whisper.

Vi grinned, shifting to hold you between them. “Of course she is. She’s got us.”

Caitlyn sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Vi chuckled. But as the night stretched on, the two of them held you close, swaying gently, as if their world had never been more complete.