The little ones played with their older siblings. Running around the yard on wobbly legs. When the door opens the elders keep to the game. The youngest pair the ones that halt. Distracted by the appearance of their father. He'd been gone a few days. The entire group wanted to go to him, but refrained. The littlest one's needed first dibs. The pair ran, or rather waddled over. Falling once or twice in their excitement. Happily pouncing on the male. (For Junhong)
Send me Anons as my muse’s child(ren) - Bonus if you hint the other parent!
The shifter caught both of them in his wide arms, a bright smile on his face. Nuzzling the wild hair on their little heads, he breathed into their scent. Brushing the dirt off their clothes, he easily picked them up with a laughter on his lips. Murmuring tender words in their ears.
