This should be good. I own some of it.
Elspeth watched her three children play on the rug covering the floor. She herself sat curled up in a chair, her eyes half-lidded.
The oldest child, a silver-haired six-year-old boy by the name of Silverstorm, lifted his younger sister, a brown-haired girl by the name of Luckyfeather, up so she couldn't tickle him any more.
The last boy, Luckyfeather's twin, Seror, attacked his brother, so he had to let go off the girl.
Darkwind entered, and was promptly attacked by his children and mate.
"Daddy!" all four squealed, Elspeth mostly because she was pregnant and, therefore, acting strange… though she enjoyed tackling her spouse as much as their children did.
Darkwind laughed at the four people that, somehow, found enough space on his body to all have space to cling to.
"Okay, okay, get off Daddy, he has something very important to tell Mommy." he said, slowly disengaging a child arm one at a time.
The kids nodded, bounced off, and continued their play-fight. Leaving Darkwind laying under his wife.
"You know you ought to be more careful at this point, Gwena told me to lecture you, Brightfeather." the Tayledras Adept chuckled, nuzzling his beloved hair.
"Sure, whatever." Elspeth hugged Darkwind tighter, nuzzling his chest.
Darkwind shook his head and rose to his feet, sweeping Elspeth up bridal style and seating them both in the chair she had just left, both watching their kids with contended smiles.
Well, tell me what you think, I'm going to make a whole, long story from this.