The Muffiny Kings (Skephalo Sequel) COMPLETED

The Baby Talk

A few days had went by, and the family had settled in. They would be staying with the kings until they found a safer place to live. Bad had already promised to pay for a house. Right now though, Bad was visiting Tubbo and Michael. Ranboo had insisted on helping Sam clean. To repay Bad for his help, but Bad didn't make him do it.

"How are you doing?" He asked Tubbo, who was still healing from his injury.

"I'm alright, thanks." He had Micheal laying on his chest, They were snuggling. Occasionally Michael would unintentionally kick Tubbo's injured side. "Ah! Fuck, that really hurts." He winced at the pain.

Bad wanted to tell him to mind his language, but knew he probably earned a couple swears. "Do you want me to hold him?" Bad offered, he really wanted to hold the toddler. He'd take any chance to hold him.

"Uh...n-no." Tubbo wasn't confident enough to let Bad hold Micheal.

"Alright...but if you change your mind, let me know." Bad smiled.

Tubbo thought about it again. It would be nice to have a little break. "Well...maybe for a couple minutes?"

"Sure, you can have him back anytime."

Bad slowly took Michael from Tubbo. Tubbo was a bit reluctant, but he knew he couldn't hold the kid forever.

Micheal looked at Bad, and reached up to pat his face. "Ba, Ba, Ba."

Bad giggled and ruffled Michael's hair. "he's so precious...does he know any real words?"

"No... unfortunately not. He's really behind on that, but we're trying our best." Tubbo was a bit ashamed. Sometimes he felt like he wasn't a good father.

"That's okay, I'm sure he'll learn soon." Bad replied positively and bounced Micheal in his arms a little.

Michael giggled happily, and held Bad's shirt. He put the fabric in his mouth and chewed on it.

"That's not food you little muffin." Bad had such a wide smile on his face. If parenthood could always be this perfect, he wanted it. "Is it okay if I walk him around the castle a bit? I won't go far."

Tubbo saw how happy Micheal looked. "Yeah...alright, but if you hurt him I will kill you."

"I wouldn't dream of hurting a baby!" Bad pouted and walked out of the room with Michael. He smiled and quickly went to find Skeppy. Skeppy should get to experience the joy this child brought.

Skeppy was in the kitchen, digging around for snacks.

"Hey Skeppy, look what I've got." Bad stood in the doorway.

Skeppy turned around. "did you steal the baby?!"

Bad rolled his eyes. "No! Tubbo let me hold him. He's so sweet...Do you want to hold him? I'm sure Tubbo wouldn't mind."

Skeppy watched Michael chew on Bad's shirt. "No thanks...he's slobbering all over you. I don't want that to happen to me."

"Aw come on! He's so cute!" Bad walked over and held Michael out to Skeppy.

The baby reached for Skeppy, so Skeppy had to take him to avoid feeling like a jerk. "Uhm...hey little...little guy? Do you like chess?" Skeppy asked, not sure how to interact with babies.

"Skeppy he's 2!"

"Oh right...so are you more of a checkers guy?" Skeppy looked at Michael.

Micheal pat his face, "ba, ba, ba." Then he reached up and yanked the crown off of Skeppy's head.

"Hey!" Skeppy snatched his crown back. "That's not yours."

Michael started crying, while reaching for the crown again.