Please take my humble offering of Blurg and Dror having a family moment with their new cub. ficlet under the cut
Dror looked at the newborn cub in his hands, his son, their son. He spared a glance at Blurg who was still panting softly in their bed, breathing through the pain as he worked to pass the afterbirth, likely just as relieved to finally meet their son as he was.
His attention was grabbed once again by their son as the little hoblet squirmed in his hands. Its face was scrunched up in an angry little snarl, showing his gums like he was ready to bite.
His first few minutes in this world and the boy was already a fighter. His first son was truly worthy of the name Ragzlin.
With careful precision he bit through the cord at the baby’s belly and reluctantly handed him off to the midwife to wash before returning to the head of the bed to hold Blurg’s hand.
“It’s a boy, the first son of Ragzlin.” His delight and pride were made evident by the deep, rumbling, purr in his chest. Blurg smiled, exhausted and covered in sweat as he was, and squeezed Dror’s hand “I’m just happy he’s alive, that we both are, the stories our mothers tell don’t do the pain justice.”