Hey-O! This was a long time in the making, but I hope everyone hasn't gotten tired of Frida and Diego yet! Welcome to the new story! I own nothing except Frida and the cubs.
It was a beautiful day in the valley, almost like any other day. The weather was warm, the skies were clear. There was only one thing different that made today special.
Frida sat in her and Diego's den with all six cubs. She was trying to give them a bath, trying to get them ready for tonight.
"Mom!" Sasha whined as Frida ran her tongue through her daughter's fur.
"Kids, if you want to get out of here faster, then stop fidgeting."
"But, we don't want to take a bath!" Dom said.
"Diego, say something!" Frida sighed, tired of arguing with their cubs.
"Kids, listen to your mother", Diego answered from outside the cub.
She rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the cubs. That was Diego these days. Never taking responsibility, always making her the bad guy. It had been a long time since the herd had moved to their new island. Things had changed since then. Peaches was now engaged to a mammoth named Julian. Sid was finally having some luck with the ladies, if anyone could call it that. Shira had gotten along with nearly all of the animals in the valley.
"Kids!" Diego called from outside the cave. "Lunch is ready!"
"Food!" the cubs smiled.
All six of them ran outside and dug right into the fresh aardvark their father had brought home for them. Frida sighed, seeing their faces being caked with blood.
"Great…" she mumbled. "Now they'll need another bath."
"Kids will be kids", Diego said with a smile. "What can you do about it?"
"Gee, I don't know. How about you give them a bath this time?"
"Frida, you know they're not going to listen to anything I say. There's one thing every little kid knows. Daddies mean fun, mommies mean business."
Frida sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I give up!"
She turned away and looked at the cubs, watching them lick their teeth with a smile, full from their meal. Frida shook her head and stormed off into the woods. Diego gave a sigh and looked at the cubs. They all wagged their little tails, with a smile on their face.
"Dogpile on dad!"
The cubs pounced on their father, nuzzling him, ticking him with their small paws. Diego couldn't help but laugh as he rolled on the ground, playing with his cubs. Although he and Frida had petty arguments about the cubs, he couldn't be more happy.