32 + Elriel, if you're still doing prompts!!
I am indeed! (I don’t write kidfic, really, so… probably not exactly what you had in mind.)
“Why did we have to have kids?” Azriel collapsed back onto the couch and rubbed his eyes. “This is terrible. A nightmare, honestly. What the hell were we thinking?”
Elain giggled as she closed the door behind her. “It’s not their fault, Az. They don’t know what they’re doing.”
“That’s no excuse,” Azriel said. “They’re old enough to know better.”
“Well, they’re in bed now,” Elain said. “So we can relax.”
“Did you manage to find a bed for us, or have they taken up every room in the building?” Azriel asked.
“Um… we may have to sleep out here.” Elain sat down on the couch beside him. “Maybe.”
“What did I ever do to deserve this?”
“Oh, shush, you big baby,” Elain said with a laugh, tugging at Azriel until he laid down with his head in her lap. “You know you love them.”
He gave a deep sigh and closed his eyes. “Doesn’t mean they don’t drive me crazy.”
Elain groaned. “Oh, no. He’s up. Do you want to deal with him?”
Elain glared down at Azriel. “Fine. I will.” She stood up, practically knocking Az to the ground. “What is it, Cassian?”
Cassian leaned in the doorway, eyes glazed with sleep and drunkenness. “Lucien’s hogging the covers,” he whined.
“Well, then, take them away from him,” Elain said, gently propelling Cassian back in the direction of the far bedroom. “Go on.”
“Ugh. Fine.” Cassian stumbled back down the corridor.
“That’s the last time we let them all get blackout drunk,” Azriel grumbled from the couch. “Without us getting drunk as well. I never want to be a parent.”