Saturday was Wilbur's favorite day for the weekend for a few reasons. Firstly, it was the first day of the week that he didn't need to get up early. Second, he and Techno got to choose what was for breakfast, 'within reason' of course. Thirdly, they could watch cartoons in the morning and not have to worry about chores until after lunch usually. If they even had any that day.

But the biggest reason he favored Saturday's above Sundays? Family movie night. It wasn't every Saturday, it couldn't be. Between both parents work schedules and three kids? However, it was always either the first or last Saturday of each month where it was planned for. Special treats, a specially picked movie and a later bedtime so that they could all snuggle in together without worrying about the length of the film.

Granted, since Tommy had come along the last one didn't really apply since Tommy got cranky early usually. Though, over the last year he seemed to be getting better. Instead of crying or fussing he would just snuggle into the nearest body and fall asleep, leaving the rest of the family to their movie.

Wilbur found this far preferable to his baby brother's former antics. Especially since Wilbur himself was more often than not the pillow Tommy ended up on. It was inevitable with how they were seated. A parent at either end of the couch or beside one other, leaving the siblings to curl around one other of their own accord. This, of course, usually had Tommy in the middle of them unless the youngest chose to held by one of said parents.

Tonight was a night where the parents had opted to sit beside one another. Their father was against the arm of the couch with their mother rested comfortable against his chest. Techno was leaning against her a bit, her arm on his shoulder and ready to pull him into a hug the moment he seemed to be getting tired. Next was Tommy, a nest of blankets around him to help keep him from accidentally tumbling over when his brothers shifted position around him. This left Wilbur to lean against the other arm of the couch, his legs being used like a barricade to keep Tommy in place as well.

Wilbur didn't mind of course, aside from the fact that he was, by default, the furthest from the snacks now. Not usually a problem when he could move freely and not have to worry about a sibling tumbling off after him. Or if Techno was awake enough or willing to keep handing him things when he needed or wanted it. It was usually about halfway through a movie that Techno started to become more unwilling, and that point had come and gone some time ago.

So, if thought about like that, then Wilbur was fully in the right. Of course he was. He had gone ages into the movie now since he last had a snack in hand. So, when his father, coming back from a bathroom break, had handed him the popcorn bowl upon request, Wilbur felt he fully earned a fair portion of it for himself. Tucking it carefully on his leg within the thin layer of blanket he also was under, Wilbur began to munch happily enough.

It wasn't long though, before a small pudgy little hand was tugging at the blanket on his leg, causing the bowl resting on it to tilt ever so slightly before Wil grabbed it back up again.

"What do you want, Tommy?" Wilbur asked with a huff as he popped a few more bites of the popcorn into his mouth.

"More." Tommy answered as he raised his first up in his usual 'grabby' motion at the now lifted up bowl.

"No. No more for you. Its late and I'm eating it now." Wilbur replied casually.

There wasn't even that much left. Why would he bother giving Tommy more when he was about to be put to bed anyway? Tommy, of course, didn't care for the denial and puffed up his cheeks at his brother with a frown. Both hands were now in the air and wiggling fingers at the desired bowl.

"Want more." He stated again, once more being denied.

"Its almost gone anyway, Tommy. Just, have another juice or something." Wilbur suggested with a frown at his brother.

Tommy gave a big huff as he dropped both hands audibly into his lap. He was pouting at Wilbur firmly, reddening cheeks round with his youth and making him look adorable rather than threatening in any sense.

With the threat of hands now placated, he assumed, Wilbur replaced the bowl on his lap, though it was more of his hip at the angle he was at, and continued to munch away. Though, not for long.

"I want some more popcorn." Techno stated, his voice a bit heavy with sleep, but awake enough.

Wilbur laid his head back with a more dramatic breath than was needed before he sent a frown at his other younger brother now.

"No, Tech. It's-"

"You just said it was almost gone. I want some more before it is." Techno argued, gaining a frown to match his elder brother's.

"Boy's. If you can't share then I'm taking it back now." Their father warned lightly as he glanced towards them for a moment.

"Just have something else, Tech. You're closer to the snacks than I am." Wilbur tried to reason, but Techno just wasn't listening this time.

"I don't want 'something else' I want more popcorn. I'll trade you something else though." Techno shot back as he crossed his arms.

"No, I didn't get nearly as much popcorn as you did earlier. This is mine now." Wilbur stated firmly.

Techno let out an annoyed sound before he started to reach for the bowl anyway. He managed to get one hand on the rim of it before Wilbur could pick it up again, his hand having been full of popcorn a second prior.

"Come on, Wil. You don't even need that much." Techno whined at him.

"Neither do you, its almost bedtime anyway. Eat like, the fruit gummies or something." Wilbur shot back as he tried to pull the bowl high and out of the others range.

Techno's fingers remained on the side though, keeping it low.

"I just want a little more."

"And I want my fair share!" Wilbur shot back, now trying to twist the bowl free.

"Boys, enough. Its late-" Their father started, but it fell on deaf ears at this point.

"You don't even like popcorn that much." Techno huffed out as he tried to bring the bowl just close enough to grab some.

"That doesn't mean I don't want any." Wilbur argued back, pulling harder at the bowl in order to fully reclaim it.

"Want more!" Tommy's voice called from below the two, arms once more stretched upwards.

Tommy had been reaching for the bowl earlier when Techno had gotten to it first and now, with both older siblings fully squabbling over it, he was putting in his best attempt at well. Unable to reach Wilbur's arm with as high as he had it Tommy instead was pulling on Techno's trying to lift himself up to stand for a better advantage.

"Boys, listen to your father." Their mother warned, a hand going to Techno's back to try to calm his current growing frustration even as he kept fighting.

"But, he's supposed to share the popcorn!" Techno whined angrily as he gave another tug.

"You were supposed to share, and you didn't. So now its mine!" Wilbur countered with, his voice rising the longer the battle went on.

"Its not my fault you sat so far from the food!" Techno returned in kind.

"Okay, that's enough. No one gets any popcorn now." Their father huffed as he started to get up once more.

"That's not fair! I barely had any!" Wilbur protested as he shifted, trying to keep his grip on the bowl.

"Watch your brothers!" Their father shouted as he lunged down quickly.

When Wilbur had moved his legs it had jostled the partly standing Tommy just as Techno, who was carrying most of the youngest child's weight, pulled down on the bowl one final time. The two smaller boys wavered a moment before flopping down, Tommy landing face first back into the blanket pile, which was now covered in the spilled popcorn. The upended bowl had bounced off the top of Tommy's head, thankfully being a light plastic and thus harmless to him.

Techno had been caught mostly by their mother, who had quickly tugged the boy to her side just as he started to go down. Their father hovered at the front of the couch still, looking between both of the younger boys as if just processing that they were, in fact, safe. His arms were still out ready to catch them, slowly lowering after a moment.

Wilbur looked between his siblings, his father and the mess now scattered over the couch and Tommy. He felt bad for almost causing his siblings to fall, but he was also still angry at them for causing the fight in the first place. Still, he chewed his lower lip as he looked at his baby brother. Tommy had, since landing, started to pop the dropped treat into his mouth as fast as his hands could shovel it.

"Wilbur." His father started, his tone serious as he looked towards his eldest with a set frown.

"I-I didn't mean to. It wasn't my fault!" Wil started to defend but his father raised a hand.

"I'm not going to say it was your fault, Wil. But you had a part in what could have been a bad accident just now. You and Techno both." Their father scolded as he moved to pick Tommy up.

Techno looked between Tommy, Wilbur and his father in turn as well now, a look of guilt on his own face.

"What would you have done if Tommy fell and got hurt? Over popcorn of all things?" Their father went on, his voice just slightly pitched upwards to show the tension he was feeling.

"Phil, everything is fine, okay? Take a breath and give Tommy to me." Their mother, now also having gotten to her feet, directed him in her soft 'Lets Keep Calm' voice.

That tone, mixed with her stern and yet gentle expression was enough to have him taking a deep breath and doing as directed. He had a habit of winding up like a tight spring when his worry and fear kicked up in regards to the kids and he knew that. She knew that too, and so helped him to refocus his attention when she could see it. It wasn't often needed, thankfully. Right now though? Some soft redirection wouldn't hurt anyone.

Wilbur looked between his parents as he continued to worry his lower lip between his teeth. His mother was rocking Tommy as she brushed off extra kernels out of his hair, their father taking a moment for a second deep breath.

"Okay….okay, so, movie over." The man began, his tone returning to his more common 'dad voice', "We're going to clean this mess up and then its straight to bed with you lot."

"but…we didn't finish the movie." Techno lightly pointed out, voice small and with a finger aimed at the still running screen behind the man.

"And we're not going to. Not tonight." Their father stated with a firm shake of his head as he crossed his arms, "You decided fighting over food was more important, so now cleaning it up is top priority. We can try to finish it another night."

Wilbur started to let out a whine but was quick to cut it off when his father hit him with a sharp look that warned 'Don't Even Start'. So, instead, he let out a deep huff of his own before peeling himself from his seat, Techno slipping off the couch as well.

"I'll go put Tommy to bed then. I'm going to need to change his onsie since its all buttery now." Their mother commented with a light chuckle at the end, right before she plucked a final piece of popcorn from Tommy's hair and popped it into her mouth causing Tommy to laugh at her with a large amused smile.

Wilbur puffed up a fresh irritated breath at the sight, leaning over to start pulling the messed up blankets off the couch. He barely started when he heard a familiar call from near the hallway.

"Wilby! Techy!"

Both boys raised their gaze to their baby brother, Wilbur with a firm frown and Techno with a tired but curious one.

"What do you want now, Tommy?" Wilbur asked as he tried to keep at least some of his mood out of his voice.

Tommy was struggling a bit in their mothers arms, his own outstretched to them. He seemed to catch something in Wilbur's tone though despite the effort made, because Tommy paused a moment before giving them both 'grabby hands'.

"Want huggy" The toddler demanded, a worried frown on his face as he continued to reach out.

Their mother smiles down at Tommy before she holds him out, just a bit closer to the other two. Techno was the first to offer a smile back and head over, giving a quick embrace to the smaller boy. Tommy's face had broken into a bright grin as he hugged as hard as his tiny arms could.

Wilbur, however, took a moment to respond. He hadn't been expecting the words, nor the instant effect it had in melting the anger he had in his chest a moment ago. He didn't know why. It was two words, three if he counted his nickname. But…it had been enough. Even after getting into trouble because of him Wilbur just…couldn't bring himself to be mad at Tommy.

Especially not when he was demanding his 'goodnight huggy'.

When the hug with Techno ended Tommy's eyes instantly were on Wilbur, who hadn't seemed to move. He looked confused but expecting all the same, his arms out and waiting impatiently for him. Not fighting the smile that started to break over his own face Wilbur moved into give Tommy what he wanted. A tight 'goodnight huggy' that would, in their parents own words, 'last until tomorrow'.

It was a practice they'd started to help the boy go to sleep and, so far, it hadn't failed them other than when he got sick.

"Goodnight, Tommy." Wilbur said lightly into his baby brothers ear, "See you in the morning."

With huggies given their mother once more moved to bring Tommy back to his room, the small child offering a final wave around at his family.

"Night-night!" He called out, his voice already growing heavy with sleep as his mother continued to rock him gently.

"Night-night!" His family calls back, dad included.