After the war, it made you cherish the moment’s you had with her even more. Of course, you already loved and cherished these domestic, loving moments you got with her, but after the war, it made you appreciate it a bit more.

You both were standing in the kitchen, making one of her delicious, home made recipes. Something that not even the finest diners in all of Piltover’s could even come remotely closely to comparing to.

You were clinging to her from behind as she grabbed the ingredients one by one from the pantry and the fridge. Her movements sort of.. limited from how you wouldn’t let go of her. Though of course, you would help her with what you could with cooking. Whether that was stirring the pot, grabbing anything she needed, helping her prepare the food, anything.

“How am I going to get anything made when you’re clinging to me like this.” She remarks, though not asking you to let go in anyway. Your arms held her close, your chin resting against her shoulder, softly swaying the both of you guys to your own rhythm.

You chuckle, closing your eyes as you just.. lose yourself in the domestic moment between the both of you. Her warmth, the smell of her perfume, her.

She lets out a soft sigh, effortlessly, and carefully preparing some vegetables to go along with the food she was currently cooking.

“Can you get me the sauce, please? It should be on the top shelf in the fridge.” She politely asks, mixing the vegetables in the pot with what she was making.