"I still say that if I've got to expose my kid to this squishy fairyland, Tuchanka is a fair tradeoff."
"Sorry Wrex," Shepard said with a wave of her hand. "Liara insists we keep her away from wastelands and turrets until she can at least walk."
Wrex laughed. "I've seen how far she can chuck her toys. She could handle it. Couldn't you?" He leaned forward, extending a fist to the child seated in Shepard's lap. Ava smiled and hit it eagerly with her own hand, getting another hearty chuckle from the krogan.
"Attagirl. See? She knows she's up for it. You two are overprotective."
Shepard leaned against the arm of her chair, cocking an eyebrow. "You got mad at Mordin for chewing on a sheet of paper."
Wrex made a shrugging motion. "The kid's name is Mordin. He needs all the help he can get."
Shepard grinned and shook her head. He joked, but the fondness in Wrex's voice was impossible to miss, just as it always was when he spoke of his first son. Said son was currently rolling about on the ground next to his father's legs, pausing every now and then to try and crawl up into the older krogan's lap, only to want back down a minute later.
Ava turned to Shepard, tugging on her shirt. "Hm?" She pointed eagerly at the ground. Shepard smiled.
"Alright honey," she said, lifting Ava up and setting her down. Shepard leaned forward with her arms on her knees, her and Wrex watching as their children crawled to each other and began babbling in some incoherent language that they couldn't hope to understand.
"I would like to bring her to Tuchanka when she's older," Shepard said, turning her head to her old friend. "Things still going well?"
Wrex leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "More than well. All the new families are giving my people something to work towards. It's giving us hope." He looked to Shepard with a smug grin. "When you bring your kid to Tuchanka, it's going to be the greatest damn thing she's ever seen."
"And not just because she gets to see her uncle Wrex yelling at people, right?" Shepard teased.
"Hey, someone's gotta show her how it's done." Wrex hit his fist against the palm of his hand. "Teach her how to crack a few skulls. You and Liara take care of that walking and talking, and leave the important stuff to me." He nudged Shepard's arm with his own. "But knowing she's got your spirit, I'll probably be taking her to hunt thresher maw in a couple of years."
Shepard shoved him playfully. "Heh. Don't remind me." She exhaled and ran a hand through her hair, letting it rest against the back of her neck. "At the rate she's going, she'll be walking in a couple of weeks. Don't know how we're going to keep her still after that."
Wrex smirked. "You won't. A kid of yours sitting still? Not a chance in hell, Shepard."
Shepard shook her head, but a small thump interrupted her before she could reply. The two looked to where Mordin and Ava were sitting, both with their hands pressed to their foreheads and similar expressions of dazed confusion on their faces. The few seconds of silence were broken as Ava began laughing, Mordin joining in right after until they both ended up falling backwards, rolling and giggling.
"Yup, that's definitely your kid, Shepard," Wrex laughed. Shepard groaned and pressed her hands to her face, though she was unable to keep the smile off her face. If Ava started headbutting, she was never going to hear the end of it from Liara.
"It's not completely my fault," she insisted. "Did I ever tell you Liara's part krogan?"
"Ha!" Wrex clapped his hands together. "Oh yeah. Thresher maw hunting for her next birthday. My treat."