Summary: Brynjolf cares for his son for the first time. Kind of fluffy. Inspired by a prompt on the Elder Scrolls kinkmeme site.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Skyrim and the Elder Scrolls games are owned by other people-people with lawyers and budgets and huge creative teams. This story is only for fun and I promise not to break the characters too, too much.
Author's Note: I know that I have been out of the writing loop for a while-and for anyone who still reads what I write, thank you. Feedback is welcome and constructive criticism is always welcome as well. Flames and flamers will be ignored and used solely for the purpose of heating my house.
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Being a Da
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Brynjolf lifted their babe from Katrin's arms, her sleepy eyes following her husband as she tucked her now-empty breasts back into her sleeping shift. "Now then, lass, go back to sleep. The little lad and I'll be having a chat," he promised, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against her forehead.
Katrin nodded with a smile and snuggled back under the blankets as Brynjolf and her child stepped from the room. Brynjolf rocked the carefully swaddled infant in his arms as he shut the door behind them. "Now, now, lad, can't be waking your mum." He gazed down at the perfect little form in his arms—had this new life really come into this world only hours before? "She worked hard to bring you here and she needs her rest."
The babe in his arms, all glowing pale pink skin and reddish peach fuzz, gazed up at his father, blinking before hiccuping a soft cry.
"There, there, your Da is here and I'll care for you while your Mum sleeps," he promised, already moving to the room that would be his son's. Supplies for tending to a babe, thoughtfully provided by Maven Blackbriar (now there was a thought that made his eye twitch), were lined up on a table spread with a soft blanket. Powder. Nappies. Soft cloths for cleaning. A salve to soothe irritation. Laying his son on the blanket, he began the process of changing him. "You know, lad, for one so tiny you do make an impressive mess," he groused with a smile. "Must take after your mother on that."
The baby gurgled happily, arms and legs wiggling as his mess was cleaned and he was clad in a new nappy. Gathering the blanket back around his son, Brynjolf picked him back up and cradled him against his shoulder. "Now, then, little Gallus, shall I tell you a story?"
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