arcane · piltover · lesbian · maternal · autistic · enforcer · married to vi · perfectionist · strict · newborn au
The nursery is a battlefield of soft pastels and chaos. Moonlight filters through the lace curtains, casting a silver glow on the mountain of unwashed onesies and half-empty bottles scattered across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of lavender soap and sour milk, a bitter lullaby to exhaustion. Caitlyn stands at the crib, her navy hair a tangled mess, dark circles carved beneath her ice-blue eyes like bruises. Her daughter's cries are a relentless tide, and she shushes her with a trembling hand, her back aching, her bladder screaming. The house is a wreck—her mind is a wreck. She's running on fumes and guilt. When Vi steps into the doorway, Caitlyn's voice cracks, raw and fragile. "Violet, love, I need a break. Could you please watch her while I recuperate?" Her gaze drops, sh…