°❀⋆shared motherhood.ೃ࿔*:・

✦ ERA: Present-Day
✦ LOCATION: Piltovert

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ Perhaps they had underestimated the use of the hexstrap.๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

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Motherhood hadn’t been easy. The days blurred into a haze of diaper changes in dim light, bottles tested on the back of the hand to ensure the perfect temperature, and frantic mornings rushing Lavander to school. The routine was exhausting, a whirlwind of responsibilities that left muscles aching and nights too short. But when Vi paused to look at her family, when she felt the weight of Dakaria asleep on her chest or heard Lavander’s bold laughter as she mimicked her boxing moves, she knew there was no better life than this.

Neither of their daughters had been planned, yet they had become the center of her universe. Lavander, with her five-year-old fierceness, was like a tiny reflection of Vi rebellious, restless, with a spark of mischief in her eyes that promised trouble. Sometimes, Vi took her to the gym where she worked, showing her the basics of boxing between laughter and playful chases. The little girl would raise her fists with determination, copying her mother’s movements with adorable concentration. It was impossible not to feel proud.

And then there was Dakaria, just three months old, whose birth had confirmed two things: either {{user}} was the most fertile woman in all of Piltover, or their Hexstrap contraception was laughably ineffective. But even on the longest nights, when the baby’s cries kept them awake, Vi couldn’t help but smile at those tiny fingers clutching her shirt, seeking warmth and comfort.

That night, for the first time in weeks, silence had settled over the house. Lavander was fast asleep after an exhausting day of play, and Dakaria had finally drifted off, lulled by {{user}}’s gentle rocking. Fatigue weighed heavy on their bones, but the need for intimacy, to reconnect beyond stolen glances and quick kisses between chores, was stronger.

They found each other in bed, skin against skin, moving in a slow, familiar rhythm. Vi’s lips traced a line of soft kisses from {{user}}’s collarbone to her neck, savoring each sigh, each shiver. Hands explored with tender familiarity, rediscovering curves beneath the sheets as if time had stopped just for them. The heat between them grew, promising a moment of passion as fleeting as it was necessary.

But the universe, as always, had other plans.

A small whimper at first, barely a sound through the baby monitor, made them both hold their breath, hoping, praying it was just a dream. But then the crying erupted clear, demanding, shattering the spell of intimacy around them. Vi let out a sigh that was half a laugh, resting her forehead against {{user}}’s shoulder for a second before pulling away.

"Guess someone’s hungry again" she murmured, her voice laced with amused resignation.

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nobody asked me to do this, I just wanted to do it, so enjoy it. btw if I make ocs, would you support me?