I love your little primarchs ,it's so cute.
What about a Emps centric story about he being tired but still enjoying his little sons so much ?
"Perturabo, don't play with your food."
The child paused with his sculpture of meat and mashed potatoes. Then he slumped, resting his chin on the table.
"Awwww," he whined, now pushing at it with his fork.
Indignant screaming sounded as the Khan raced through the garden path, Horus chasing after.
"Give me it!" Horus yelled.
"No!" Jaghatai snapped back as he ran onto another path. "It's mine!"
Light singing drew closer, and the emperor glanced at another son.
Ferrus was picking up rocks and putting them in the now empty picnic basket. He sang a song of nonsense. Stating whatever type of rock he grabbed or what bugs he saw.
Fulgrim was just beyond him in the meadow, spinning in circles as he stared up at the sky.
Jaghatai and Horus ran behind him. The first of the two stuck out his tongue, and he held a ball above his head.
Two custodes stood guard near the playground. Konrad, Angron, and Corvus were climbing to the top where the largest slide began. As soon as they reached the bottom, they raced back up.
Roboute and Magnus were using the playground diggers to "dig to Terra's core."
"Can I go?" Perturabo inquired.
The Emperor glanced at him and his untouched plate.
"You need to finish your food."
His son pulled at his cheeks and flopped over on the bench.
Lorgar came running up and presented a crown made of dandelions.
"I made you a new crown!" He exclaimed, looking quite proud.
The master of mankind leaned down, allowing himself to be crowned.
The little boy hugged him and then skipped away.
He turned around and warned those who were climbing the tree, "Do not get stuck."
"We won't," Lion insisted.
"I am!!" Cried out a scared voice.
The Emperor stood and went to the lower branch. Sanguinius was clinging to it, one leg having fallen off.
"I'm stuck!" He claimed, downy wings trembling.
His father reached out and took a hold of him.
"I've got you," he assured.
His son moved his hands to grip his wrists. As soon as he was gently set down, the little angel was off.
He giggled happily as he joined Mortarion and Vulkan in hopscotch.
Four sets of hands hit his leg.
Another followed right after, "Boo!"
He turned to see Alpharius and Omegon disappearing into the bushes while squealing.
Rogal called from above, "Branch!"
The Emperor reached up and caught the falling limb.
"Thank you!" Rogal called as he moved further up the trunk.
Jaghatai came whizzing past. Leman was now hot on his heels, giggling.
Horus was not far behind but out of breath. He leaned against his father's leg.
"I just... need a break..." He said as he caught his breath.
He reached down to pat young Horus' head.
"My lord," Ra called as he approached with two other custodes. "We are here to relieve you. The sigilite says you need your rest."
The Emperor smiled as he spotted Leman now with the ball and Jaghatai chasing him.
"Thank you, but I will decline," he said. "I am fine here."
