Re AN:Thank you for telling me that the formating was off! It has been fixed.

AN: Not exactly in order with the rest of the fic.

"Beap! Beap! Beap!"

Otto slapped the alarm clock and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head.

"Nein, est ist Samstag."

Saterday meant he didn't haven to get up at 6:00 am. It meat that he could sleep in until Toby woke up, or until 8:00. He burrowed deeper into the blankets and mattress. Suddenly, he heard the door creak open.

'Nein! Nein! Ist Samstag, Bärchen!'

He heard something land on the bedside table before the side of the bed dipped down.

"Papa. Papa!" Toby shook him.

Otto rolled over and looked, blearily, up at the two year old, "Morgen, Bärchen."

"Morgen, Papa! Glücklich Vater Tag!"

'Vater Tag? Oh!'

Otto looked around the room and saw the tray on the bedside table. It had a plate of dry toast, a bowl with two raw eggs, and a juice box on it. Otto looked down at Toby who was grinning up at him.

"Danke, Bärchen."

"Bitte, Papa."

Toby yawned and lay his head in Otto's lap. Otto silently ate the dry toast and eggs. He carded his fingers threw his son's hair.

'Zis isn't right. He only lost his real parents zis year! He's only two!'

Only as he finished eating did the polymorph come up with a plan. He reached for his phone and texted Nana.

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Otto looked in the rear view mirror and checked on Toby. The little boy bounced in his seat, giggling along with his music. He hadn't even asked where they were going. Otto pulled into the parking lot and pulled out Toby.

"We're going see Nana?"

"Ja, Toby."

Otto carried his son in to Nana's flat.

"There's you two are!" The old woman said, "Come in!"

"Danke, Nana."

"Hallo, Nana!"

Otto handed Toby over and set down his diaper bag. Their visit went as smoothly as it normally did. Otto and Nana talked for a while Toby played on the floor, then they all had lunch together. After Lunch, however, Nana took down one of her big photo albums.

"Toby Bear, Nana has a story to tell you."

"Yay!

Otto sat Toby on his lap while Nana opened the book.

"Toby, do. you know who this is?"

"That's Daddy. My first Papa."

Otto looked down at Toby. Toby looked up at him with a happy smile.

"Like your Mamas," he patted Otto's tie, "Your Mama in the picture. And your Mama that's Onkel Walt's Mama. Daddy is my first Daddy and you are my Papa."

Otto smiled, finally understanding how Toby had responded so well, "Zat's right, Bärchen. Now, how about we listen to Nana's story?"

"OK," the toddler turned back to his grandmother and her book.

Nana shot Otto a quick smile and began her story.

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AN: Not gonna lie, my little sister and I did the breakfast thing when we were little. Except OUR parents aren't trolls who can eat raw eggs, shell and all.