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Technoblade looks down at his baby, his precious son in the whole world whom he would burn down if anything happens to his son. He looks out the window to see a snowstorm going on. He hums softly, seeing how dark outside is, seeing how the cold could've affected him, could've frozen his fingers to ice but thankfully his little cabin protects him from the snow storm to a safe warm haven.
He felt tugging on his pink hair which he smiled softly and looked down to see his baby, grabbing a fist of hair.
His son's blue eyes sparkled in curiosity as he babble and tightly fisted his hair with all his might which made him let out a small laugh.
What a funny baby he thought softly.
Then he rocks the rocking chair, singing softly to his child.
“My sweet little sunshine, of how I always protect you…”
“From dark to the sky, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you…as you are precious to my heart to the soul…”
His son let go of the hair and started clapping, seeming happy to his mama singing a soft tune to him and the soft pheromones covering the room which was smelling of lavender.
“As the world burns, as you rise, my child, my baby, my Tommy…”
He kissed his child's head, and Tommy laughed and put his small hand on his face.
He stood up, walking towards his room where lays a white crib.
He lays down his son in the crib, where his son looks at him, then yawns, seeming to realize it is sleep time.
He keeps gazing at his son when his eyes flutter shut, seeming to go to dreamland. He still hums softly to let his son know he won't leave.
Then the sweet moment stops when he hears knocking.
He frowns, this is weird, nobody should be knocking at this late, especially when a snowstorm is going on.
He stands up, going out to his room towards the single dark oak door to see who is outside at this time. He took out his sword and opened it to see it was his brother.
“Wilbur?”
His brother's soft brown eyes look worn out.
“Technoblade, my dear sweet brother, it has been long isn't it?”
“What are you doing here Wilbur?” He asks, he doesn't trust his brother much knowing how slippery the man is.
Wilbur shrugs, trying to act nonchalant but slumped seeing his brother's eyes narrow. He sighed and said the words that made Technoblade's heart drop.
“Dream knows he has a son.”