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Tubbo stood at the window of his cottage looking out at the bay Michael on his hip. The quiet murmuring of his husband and Tommy’s conversation washed over him as he looked out Michael’s coat.
Putting Michael down then kneeling to his son's level he helps Michael put on his coat.
He spoke into the quiet of his living room “Everyone ready? It is rather cold.”
“We’re ready Tubbo” Ranboo replied.
Ranboo walked up to his side and pulled Tubbo’s hand into his elbow crook so they were arm in arm. While Tommy went to Tubbo’s other side and grabbed Michael’s hand so the toddler was safe in between them.
The four of them awkwardly shuffled out of the front door and onto the porch, then down the stairs into the snow. As they walked past Squeeks grave, Michael swinging between Tubbo and Tommy. They pay their respects, a silent nod of the head. The four of them walk around to the side of the cottage where Ranboo had diligently planted some berry bushes, much to his husband's annoyance at the time. There was a pause of awkward silence before Michael of all people broke it by excitedly exclaiming,
"DADDY PAPA MAKE A SNOWMANS WITH ME PLEAWE?" Michael begged his eyes wide and pleading.
The two drew their eyes off of each other in a silent communication of who would stay with Tommy and who would go to help Michael with his snowman. After a few seconds of this Ranboo turned to Michael and said
"Sure Buddy but Dad is staying with Uncle Tommy so they can have a grown-up talk, okay?"
The message to Tommy and Tubbo was very clear, talk about Tommy's 'jealously' issues and sort it out or else Ranboo would be giving them an earful. Tubbo turned to his husband and gave him a strained smile as if to say 'what the fuck do you think you're doing' without actually saying so aloud. Ranboo was going to be spending the night on the couch for this Tubbo thought, before turning to talk to Tommy who had a rather bewildered look on his face.
"While I don't appreciate my husband forcing the issue xier not wrong, we do need to talk about somethings. Mainly your whole uhh jealously issue, big man because I umm never knew you saw me like that Tommy an-"
"TUBSO, BIG MAN," Tommy interrupted "I don't know where you got this idea from y'know I'm not-" and Tommy flapped his hand about Tubbo trying to indicate the word gay without actually saying so. Tommy took a deep breath "I- you're not wrong about me being jealous, it's just one week me and Ranboo are both your best friend and I come back from being dead, and you’re married to him, falling in love with him, you have a family. I know you Tubbo, you would choose them over me and honestly I’m scared of what that means.”
"Toms, I-" Tubbo sighed. "The thing is, I was already falling in love with him before we got married. I didn’t realise it, not really but that’s not the point. I love all of you so much Tommy just in different ways, choosing Ranboo over you? I probably would Tommy and that’s a change I know, but I can’t keeping living and giving my life just for you. It’s not healthy for us Toms we need to have more than just each other.”
”Why are you always right about things like these Tubso it’s frustrating”
“Logical decisions are kind of my thing Big T” Tubbo said while elbowing Tommy.
”I just feel like, you’re the only person I can trust Tubbo. It was ‘Tommy and Tubbo against the world’ and it’s not anymore. Well at least for you it isn’t and my being lost about that manifested as jealousy. I’m sorry for that I really am.”
“Apology accepted Toms. Now enough talking about our emotions” Tubbo complained with an eyeroll. “Lets go help my beloved and Michael build that snowman”
The rest of the day was spent playing in the snow, everyone feeling emotionally lighter.
The sun was starting to set over the beautiful scenery in Snowchester, so the group of four decided to call it a day. Tommy broke of from the family and headed towards the hyper tunnel that leads back into the Greater Dream SMP, waving back at them.
All three of them waved back Micheal doing so tiredly from where he is bundled up in Ranboo’s arms too exhausted to walk after playing all day. Tubbo and Ranboo took at sedate pace back the short walk to Michael’s room, the silence filled only with their breaths. It felt oppressive but comforting.
“Story pleawe Da?”
”hmm okay buddy. Once upon a time…” What followed was Tubbo expressionally telling one of the stories Wilbur used to tell around the campfire in L’Manburg, when it was nothing more than that stupid Camarvan. In all honesty Tubbo was very excited to share one of the few good things left of L’Manburg with his family. Tubbo stumbled over his words as he slowed down noticing that while Michael was asleep his husband was still captivated by the story.
”Tubs why’d you stop.” Ranboo complained xeir pouting evident in his voice.
”Because my beloved, Michael is asleep.” Tubbo whispered. “Lets go to bed ourselves Boo, I’m tried”
“m’kay Bo.”
As the pair went about their before bed routine it felt as if everything was right in the world. Sure there were some problems but they were manageable. The world was as perfect as the Dream SMP got and Tubbo wished it would stay this way forever, with Dream in prison maybe it would this time. A man could only hope.
Hope and Pray
Half way across the world in Las Nevadas Quackity’s ear burned, he spared a thought for the myth that it meant someone was thinking about you. Then put that out of his mind it was nonsense and who would be thinking about him anyway, he has a prison visit to get to.