Christinajoanne/ishipmakorra's (sideblog) submission to content.
My fic was inspired by this post, and your comment attached to the post. (http://simkorra.tumblr.com/post/70253127516/my-son-i-was-going-to-do-that-t-t) Other elements was just inspired by watching many of the posts; and watching the characteristics of the sim!makorra family has. (Aruna crawling alot, Mako always being with Aruna, Makorra being lovey-dovey even when they are with their children etc.) I hope you enjoy! :)
“Korra,” Mako grumbled, his eyebrows knitting together in a frustrated annoyance, “I wanted to feed him.”
She felt his breath forced from his chest as he watched his wife turn around to face him; her hair down from it’s usual pigtails, a quirky and cheeky grin nipping at the corners of her mouth. She poised her lips up in a daring challenge, “Too bad, Atka wants his mommy.”
Mako’s nose flared out in vexation, the smoke blowing through the holes, “Come on, Korra! Let me just have a quick turn. You’ve been hogging him!”
He ushered his arms underneath the child in attempts to pull him from his mother’s grasp, only for her to twist away, and stick her tongue out at him.
Korra buried her face into her son’s stomach and blew a raspberry; her own smile growing on her face as she watched the baby give a happy giggle and hold a strong hug against his mother’s face. She settled herself onto the rug in front of the fireplace as she continued feeding Atka with his bottle.
The Avatar heard a heart-sunken sigh leave her husband’s lips, his hands frozen mid-air as he looked down to find his daughter pulling at his pant leg, softly sobbing, wanting her father’s attention.
He smiled to himself tenderly, his love always obvious along the rays and specks of his yellow, amber eyes, “Come here, Runi,” he murmured, wrapping her tight in his arms as he lifted her close to his chest.
She had been crawling for some time now, and it always warmed his heart when Aruna asked for his attention. “I’m sorry,” he murmured along the thin lines of her hair, “Did Runi get mad because everyone was paying attention to Atka?”
The toddler nestled herself closer to her father as she nodded slowly, wiping her nose and eyes against his shirt. “I’m sorry, turtleduck.” He sprinkled her face with light kisses, “I love you, yes I do. I love my Runi-bear very, very much.”
Mako sat next to Korra on the rug, both their children nuzzled against their bodies. The firebender caressed the skin of his son’s face, his eyes tender and gentle with each of his strokes.
Korra watched in mesmerizement; her gaze glowering to her husband’s handsome features, and then focusing to the lips that was talking baby talk with their daughter.
“I,” Mako mouthed, asking his daughter to carefully match her father’s letters.
“Yes, that’s right, Runi.” He pointed to himself, “I.”
Aruna pointed to her father slowly. “Love,” he murmured in a grin.
He waited till his daughter gurgled and formed a word that sounded like, “low.”
He chuckled as he pointed to her, “You.”
Mako took her finger as he used it to bring it to his chest, “I love.”
He pushed his hand against her cheek, “You.”
He wiped the tears against the rims of her eyes as he scattered kisses against the giggling girl’s cheek, “Daddy loves Aruna, very, very much.”
He heard a tiny sob next to him, his eyebrows raising in amusement as he came face to face with his wide-eyed, bawling, wife, “Just take him, Mako,” Korra begged as she attempted to hand over Atka. “I’m sorry, I kept you from him. Let’s trade, come on, let’s do this. You’re such a great father.”
Mako chuckled, pushing himself closer, until his palm rested against his wife’s hip. “Come here,” he murmured, ushering closer, as he pecked a kiss to the corner of her eye.
“How about this?” He scooted Aruna into his wife’s arms, as he stood up and lowered himself, his chest nestled behind her.
Spreading his legs paralleled with her, he rested his hands along her hip and shoulders.
“Lay on me,” he whispered, his breath, forcing her heart to race as she lowered her head to his shoulder, his arms wrapping themselves around his wife’s much more smaller body.
“This way,” he whispered against the crown of her head, looking down to watch as his children yawned and snuggled into their mother’s plump and soft chest, “This way, we’re all together.”
“Mm,” she murmured in agreement, turning her head, silently asking for a kiss.
He smiled down as he lowered his mouth against her’s.
When she pulled back, she playfully slapped his cheek.
“What’s going on in that handsome little head of yours?” she asked, referring to the wide grin plastered on his face, the jewels of his eyes sparkling with each second he held his family in his arms.
Mako shrugged, “I’m guess I’m just wondering to myself, ‘How did I get so lucky?’”
“Mommy and I will be back to pick you up in a few hours,” Mako said, kneeling in front of his eldest daughter on her first day of school. “And I have a special gift for you.” He unwound the scarf from his own neck and draped it over her shoulders.
“Your scarf?” She asked, her eyes wide.
“This was my dad’s scarf. He gave it to me to keep me safe. So now, I’m giving it to you.” He smiled gently and kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair down. It was as wild as her mother’s.
The bell rang and Aruna turned to leave, bouncing on her feet. “You remember where to go?” They’d toured the school and met her teacher the week before.
“And you have your lunch? And your sweater in case you get cold?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she was starting to sound impatient.
Korra knelt beside them, and slipped her hand into her husband’s giving it a squeeze. “Better go in before you’re late. Have fun, sweetie. Love you!”
“Love you, too!
They both stood as she scampered inside, her braids and newly acquired scarf flying behind her. Neither looked away until she was safe inside.
"Hey, Tough Guy,” Korra poked Mako in the side. “How are you holding up?”
Mako blinked rapidly his eyes wet. “Fine,” he replied in a hoarse voice. “I’m fine.”
Also it’s not his turn right now–we’re in Asami’s house at the moment and we’re going to have a party and babies can’t come so you can deal with that and have this hastily drawn image of Aruna doing her daddy’s hair instead:
OK here’s a five minute video compilation I threw together for you guys. Mostly features the kids being cute and stuff. Don’t watch if you’re already on the verge of a sugar high from Krew babies or you could go into a coma.