S'ariq glared at his mate who was trying hard to not grin at his chagrin.
He seriously doubted that his mate would be so amused if they were the ones who were covered in projectile vomit from chest to toe by their cub. And then had to clean up vomit from the dining room table as the little one cried and puked some more.
"Let's raise a child, you said. It'll be wonderful, you said," S'ariq huffed as he crossed his arms.
He tried to ignore his mate as they wrapped their arms around his waist.
"But you love them," they said as they pressed their forehead against the grumpy khajiit's. "And you're a wonderful father."
"That's not the point," S'ariq said, determined to be annoyed a moment longer. "S'ariq's fur will never the same."
S'ariq received a chuckle and a squeeze in response.
"Well, I still like your fur," they responded. "Why don't I make dinner tonight and show you what I found in Morthal to make it upt to you? I think you'll like it."
S'ariq hummed playfully.
"So, you think you can buy this one's forgiveness, do you?"
"Only if it works!"
"Lucky for you, it does," S'ariq replied as he wrapped his arms around his love and returned the forehead press with pressure of his own. "Warm sands, my mate. It's good to have you home."
written for whumptober day 12: it'll be fun they said