A/N: Some future Drakgo fluff based in the headcanon of split-n-splice inspired by a moment in Ch. 11 of her outstanding fanfic, The Company You Keep.
Idyll
The lair was quiet but for the soft padding of Shego's slippered feet as she sleepily moved down the hallway toward the living quarters. But as she approached the familiar space, the sound of a bright voice that only ever brought her pleasure reached her ears.
"Rawr! Grrrh!"
A smile broadened her tired features as she passed through the door as silently as possible, not wanting to interrupt the scene that met her eyes.
On the brown corduroy sofa, Drakken sat with his back against the arm, pajama-clad and cross-legged. But he was not the source of the voice. Sitting between his legs was their tiny daughter, her raven hair dampening her nightgown at the shoulders as she was only minutes out of the shower. Drakken had a comb in one hand and a blow-dryer on his thigh as he worked to eliminate the tangles from her dripping tresses. And their daughter had a plate precariously balanced on her knees as she played with her late-night snack more than she ate any of it.
"Nrawh!" was the next sound effect she made, as the T-rex chicken nugget attacked the stegosaur, the latter falling into the ketchup on the plate with a dull splotch. "And then, the T-rex rips out its guts, and the blood goes everywhere...! Daddy, you're supposed to sing the music."
Drakken obediently began bum-dumming the theme to the family favorite movie while their daughter further dirtied her hands by having the dino nugget she held dive into the ketchup after the first casualty. All sounds were soon buried beneath the hum of the blow-dryer however, as the devoted father continued to work on their daughter's hair.
Shego watched from the door for a minute longer, letting deja vu and memories wash over her amid the warm feelings that watching Drakken's care with their child brought to her heart. When the blow-dryer ceased and Drakken playfully fluffed their daughter's still-damp hair, she finally approached from behind.
"Careful not to get any 'blood' in our carnivore's hair," she joked, causing Drakken to startle and yank the comb at the very ends of the girl's hair. Their daughter, for her part, only turned with an annoyed look as she bit the head off the stegosaur, fingers slick with grease and ketchup.
"Ow, Daddy!"
"Sorry, sweetie. Your mother startled me," Drakken said, tossing a look of annoyance at Shego.
The eyes that both parents thought looked like each other's rolled before the child went back to her snack and play.
"She'll need another shower after this."
"Nonsense," Drakken scoffed, working on the tangle his inadvertent tugging had worsened.
"Mommy, play dinosaurs with me!"
Before Shego could reply, Drakken had turned on the blow-dryer again to silence any potential argument. Of this she was certain from the slight glare she received and the quiet sticking out of his tongue at her when she moved to sit on the sofa opposite he and their daughter.
"Dr. D.—" she tried to say above the noise, but he began loudly humming the Jurassic Park theme once more to further drown her out.
A misshapen pterodactyl was held out to her with tiny, grease-covered fingers, and she looked down past it into the bright, hopeful face that reminded her so much of Drakken. The joy-filled smile she received when she accepted it was enough to banish every other thought in her mind, and she looked up to meet Drakken's expression of mischief and bliss, holding it for a long moment before responding to their daughter's insistence and getting her own fingers dirty.