Prompt: Storytelling
"..and then she yelled, 'Not today, Wrex!' and ripped your mom from the clutches of Cerberus!", Wrex growled, content and patted his firstborn on his squishy little head.
Mordin was not impressed. "But dad, it's not bedtime yet!"
"Yeah, dad!" Shepard growled, tugging at his shoulderpad. She sure inherited her namesake's temper.
Wrex pulled the younglings off of him and sat them at the table.
"Alright. One more story. But no climbing!"
The collective 'awww' melted his heart. He was just getting in the zone when Bakara kissed him and dragged their children to their beds.