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The Thanksgiving party was in full swing. The Kiramman mansion was packed with people from both Piltover and Zaun. The house was alive with laughter and gossip. Children ran through the halls while teenagers flirted and stole shy glances at one another. In the quiet corners, older men were deeply focused on their own little games. Tobias and Cassandra stood off to the side, busy chatting with Vander.
Vi was off playing with Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko, determined to win every little game they set up. Each time she beat her brothers, she pumped her fist in the air, looking every bit the alpha of the group.
Lavender, the Kiramman heir, was playing with Powder, Mylo, and Claggor’s kids. Even though the other kids were a bit older than her, two-year-old Lavi had all the stamina of her sire. She was always getting into mischief and running around, never seeming to get tired.
The little girl fell while Powder's child was chasing her. The people nearby gasped and ran over to help. Ellie, Powder's daughter, felt terrible. She looked at Lavi and asked, 'Are you feeling okay, Lavi?
“I’m fine,” Lavi said with a stubborn tilt of her chin. She looked every bit like her mother as she pulled herself up.
Ellie breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Lavender was okay. “I am going to find Mommy,” the girl said. Without waiting for a reply, she started off. She limped slightly and her chin wobbled, but she refused to shed a single tear.
As Lavi limped toward the stairs to find her mother, several guests stopped her. They hovered with worried faces, asking if she was doing alright or if she needed help. Each time, the toddler just shook her head and kept moving, her small face set in a look of fierce determination. She didn't want their pity; she just wanted her mommy.
Powder approached with a concerned look. “Lavi, baby, are you alright? You’re limping,” she said softly, gently cupping the girl's face and caressing her cheeks.
“I'm fine, Aunty Pow,” Lavi said, her voice rising slightly. She was tired of being pampered—after all, she was a big girl now.
Amused by the toddler’s behavior, Powder let her climb the stairs. “Just like her mother,” she chuckled to herself. “So damn proud and stubborn.” She knew she needed to find Vi and inform her that Lavi was hurt.
The toddler climbed the stairs, wincing a little with every step. When she finally reached her destination, she found the massive door shut tight. Lavi’s tiny hands weren't strong enough to turn the heavy handle, and as the frustration took hold, tears began to prick her eyes.
“Looks like someone needs my help,” Vi teased as she caught up to her daughter. Her breathing was a bit uneven; she had sprinted the second Powder told her Lavi was hurt.
“Mama!” Lavi yelped, her lips quivering in a way that looked exactly like Caitlyn.
Vi didn't wait; she pushed the double doors open, watching Lavi limp toward her mother.
Only an hour earlier, Vi had carried Caitlyn up to the bedroom in front of everyone. It had been much to Caitlyn's embarrassment as the crowd “awwed” and “oohed,” and she had caught the faint, sharp scent of jealousy from other omegas.
After gently placing her on the bed, Vi had used that authoritative tone that always made the omega swoon. “You need rest, Cupcake,” she had insisted. She gently massaged Caitlyn’s foot, adding softly, Vi was such an alpha sometimes.
“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need rest, baby.”
Caitlyn’s heart fluttered. Even after five years with Vi, the woman still had that effect on her. It was no wonder she was already pregnant for the second time - and with twins, no less. At this rate, they might end up raising an entire football team.
When Caitlyn saw the limp, her eyes furrowed in concern. She rose carefully from the bed, mindful of her six-month pregnancy and the prominent bump beneath her gown.
Lavi finally closed the distance between them, her tiny hands curling into the fabric of her mother’s dress. “Are you hurt, baby?” Caitlyn asked. Her voice was full of worry as she ran her hand through the toddler's hair. “Oh, my sweet girl, let me take a look.”
Meanwhile, Vi was already rummaging through the cabinet, searching for the first aid kit.
Lavi rolled up her pant leg until it reached her knee. There was a small scratch with a little bit of blood.
Caitlyn gasped. Her baby bump was in the way, preventing her from leaning down fully. “Does it hurt, darling?” she asked, her eyes tearing up. She couldn’t tell if it was the sight of her baby girl being hurt or her pregnancy hormones turning her into a sappy mess.
“Mommy, I didn't cry in front of anyone,” Lavi said, her voice small. Though she had acted tough for the guests, her eyes were now brimming with tears that finally threatened to spill. Though her knee was scraped and her lip quivered, she acted brave in front of everyone, determined to prove she was a 'strong girl' just like her mommy.
“My brave girl,” Caitlyn smiled, her vision swimming as tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
Lavi’s tiny hands reached up, but she couldn’t quite reach her mommy’s cheeks. To her delight, someone suddenly lifted her. “Mommy, don't cry. I am fine. I am brave like you, mommy” she said, gently wiping away Caitlyn's tears while Vi held her securely in her arms.
“Mama,” she huffed, looking at Vi with a strict expression. “Kiss it and make it better.”
“How about we both do it, munchkin?” Vi suggested with a grin.
Lavi’s face lit up. Both of them leaned in at the same time, planting a sound kiss on either side of her face. Caitlyn smiled as she embraced both of them in a tight hug. They stayed for a few minutes before Caitlyn whispered, “let's take care of your bruise”
Vi gently set Lavi down, rolling her pant leg back up to her knee. She cleaned the wound with care before applying a soothing balm. “There, all better. I think you might even have a scar to show for it, munchkin,” Vi teased with a wink.
“A scar, Mama? Just like yours!”
“Just like mine,” Vi confirmed with a proud grin.
“Yes!!” Lavi cheered, pumping her fist in the air. Vi scooped the little girl into her arms and twirled her around, making her giggle uncontrollably. “A scar, Mommy! I'm getting a scar!”
“Yes, darling. Mommy's little knight,” Caitlyn cooed, softly rubbing her belly. She felt so content - so lucky to have such a beautiful family. She couldn’t wait for the twins to join them and meet everyone soon.