Original General Fic Summary:
It's The Little Things
Not all relationships consist primarily of love inside the bed and out; it's usually the little things that really make a perfect union. Squidward and Squilliam are no exception, especially with their daughter Victoria in the equation. Slash drabbles.

This was originally a drabble on its own, dedicated to azera brazi. But Marih Dimitri suspected it wasn't done yet… which then gave me the idea of making this a little drabble fic.

Drabble Summary
Legs
Which part of the body gets to heaven first?

I know, it's sad. I have drabble summaries.

Notes: This fic is set at the very end of the Squilliam's Jealousy saga in 2016. Squidward and Squilliam have now been married for probably three years. Their daughter is 7 years old here (will turn 8 in chapter 4).

Disclaimer: I don't own SpongeBob SquarePants; though the way this whole pairing is headed, "The Squidward and Squilliam Show" is more like it.
Disclaimer 2, and This The Most Important: I do not own Victoria. She's a character made up by azera brazi that she gave me permission to use. She's the daughter of Squid & Squill, by the way – through circumstances too MPreg to mention.

Victoria Fancyson-Tentacles may have only been 7 years old, but she was strangely precocious. And by that, I mean that she was wiser to what was going on around her than perhaps her two fathers.
This turned out to be her crowning moment one day in preschool. It was RE class, and the teacher had just asked which part of the body got to heaven first.
Her best friend Cassie suggested the head, because you see heaven before you feel it. In fact, that was the general feeling amongst the students in that class that day, that the top portion of your body was blessed with heaven before the rest of it.

Not Victoria though.
She said, "legs."

And - here's where the bizarre twist comes in - when asked why, she said, "I've seen one of my daddies in bed at night with his legs in the air, screaming "God, I'm coming!!""

Needless to say, she got a detention for that; no one knows why.