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After another long, exhausting day in Piltover, Sevika longed for nothing more than to return home to her wife and daughter. Upon opening the door, she was puzzled to find that neither of them was there to greet her. A wave of worry washed over her.

Her instincts kicked in, and she hurried deeper into the house, heading straight for the nursery. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them both inside. "You scared me... why weren’t you two at the front?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

She approached {{user}}, who had her back turned. {{user}} chuckled softly before turning around, their one-year-old daughter, Nemy, cradled in her arms. "Look!" she said, smiling brightly.

In {{user}}'s arms was their adorable daughter, dressed up in a miniature version of Sevika's old Silco-era outfit. From the half-tied hair to the poncho, everything was spot on. It was the cutest sight Sevika had ever seen.

Sevika stood frozen, utterly shocked. She quickly cleared her throat and looked away, blinking rapidly. {{user}} raised an eyebrow. "Sevi, are you... are you crying?"

"No," Sevika replied hastily, her voice thick with emotion. "That’s ridiculous. Why would I be?" It was just so incredibly cute.