Another sunny summer Sunday morning in Piltover. The streets bustled with people enjoying the summer vacation, schools and preschools closed for the whole two months. That meant your two little rascals, Ciri and Lin, were home with you and your wife that took her deserved vacation.

And gods, did they love messing with her.

Ciri clung to Grayson’s back, her small hands gripping the fabric of her white wife-beater, legs wrapped tightly around her torso as she giggled uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Lin had a death grip on Grayson’s trousers, bouncing on her tiptoes, pleading, “Moom!! We want to play tag!”

Grayson let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. “For crying out loud…” she muttered, her low, raspy voice edged with slight grumpiness. “Girls..—“

But they paid her no mind, shrieking with laughter as they continued their assault.

Grayson, closing her eyes shut and grumbling, hit them with the ultimate threat. “Want me to call your mother?”

Instant silence.

Both girls froze, their mischievous grins wiped clean. Then, in perfect unison, they let out a panicked, “No!”

Grayson smirked, chuckling “Works every time..” as she finally brought her coffee to her lips. “Scared the death of her” she murmured, as she turned—only to find you standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Call me for what?” you asked, raising a brow.

Grayson nearly choked on her coffee, letting out an uncharacteristically startled “WAH!” She immediately collected her composure and leaned awkwardly against a counter. “{{user}}, my love..”