Returning to the Whitehouse I can't help but smile at the sight of Shlatt making food for his currently napping kid.
Tubbo's fast asleep at the counter, small little horns that he's so proud of now poke out his hair and are even starting to curl slightly as he ages.
One day Tommy's going to be like that too.
He wont have to worry about all the adult stuff anymore, just about being a kid.
MY kid.
"No luck bringing your duckling home?" Shlatt asks, turning turning from what he's cooking.
Reminded of reality my face droops into a frown again, plopping myself into a seat next to Tubbo, "Wilbur followed Tommy out to the forest I met him at. Wasn't too happy about the whole 'talking behind his back' thing. I was able to tell Tommy he's able to come home though. I'm pretty sure he will"
Raising his eyebrow Shlatt turns the stovetop off, moving to mess with his sons ears and smiles when their tail wags a little, "As in...the Whitehouse? Cause I don't think he knows you live here"
I didn't think of that…
"He'll find me, he always does"