Oh, We Can Be Heroes

Chapter Twenty-Three

Tommy, over his life, had faced many many difficulties. He was on and off homeless for four years, dealt with immense trauma from his father, religious trauma with the cult, and so much more. He was friendly with the emotion that is fear.

Nothing in his life would have prepared him for this day. It had been a long day. His class had just started multiplication, and he never fully grasped how difficult multiplication is as a concept, until he had to explain it to third graders.

"Toms, can you come into the kitchen please?" His wife's voice made him smile, all of the anger towards basic math gone. He walked into the kitchen, and sat down at their quaint table. His wife has just finished re-designing the kitchen to have a 70s feel, and he loved it.

"What's wrong, love? I didn't forget the laundry again, right? I swear I turned that fucker on when I left-" Aubree's laugh interrupted him, and he shut up immediately.

"No, Toms. I got you a gift. Here, open it. And before you ask, no, you did not forget the occasion. I just wanted to do this." She pushed a small bag towards him, and he looked at him quizzically.

"Okay? Let's get to it then." He grabbed the tissue paper that was on the top, and put it to the side. Peering into the bag, he saw a yellow mug and something underneath it. He first pulled the mug out, and looked to see what was written on it.

'Coolest DILF Ever' Was in bold black letters on the yellow mug, and Tommy laughed at it. Aubree looked at him, expecting him to understand the joke, but she could tell he didn't understand it yet.

"What does it say, Toms?" She prayed that she wasn't covering the camera, and drummed her finger against the table.

"It says coolest DILF ever, which is fucking hilarious. Where did you find- wait a minute." Tommy swore his heart was in his stomach, and his hand began to shake slightly. "How can I be the coolest dad if I'm not- no. No fucking way." Aubree's eyes began to tear up from the excitement in his voice, and at how fast he went to grab the other item in the bag. He pulled out a positive pregnancy test that was in a ziplock bag, and he physically jumped into the air. "HOLY FUCK YOU'RE PREGNANT! I NEED TO CALL MY DAD! OH MY GOD!" He pulled her into a hug and she laughed, wiping away the tears on her face.

"I thought you would be a little scared, with all of the trauma surrounding parents in your life." Times like this, Tommy hated being married to a psychiatrist.

"I thought I would be too, and a part of me definitely is. But, I have an amazing dad who's already an amazing grandpa, so I'm not afraid. We're going to do this amazingly together, and we are going to raise them to be the best little superhero their heart desires. God, Tubbo is going to be esatic. You know he's been waiting for us to have a kid since him and Dove had their boys." Tubbo and his wife, Dove (the girl who was Aubree's maid of honor) had their first son, Leo, five years ago. They had just had their second son, David Thomas (Tommy cried when Tubbo told him their second son's middle name would be his name) nine months prior.

"Our parents are going to be so happy. My mom has been bugging me about kids since our wedding. We got married at twenty-two, we obviously weren't going to have kids right away. She's going to lose it. So is Phil, that man is the world's best Papa." Wilbur had beat Tommy to kids years earlier, and Techno was a god, so no kids for him. Wilbur and his wife, Scout, had three kids. Tommy loved his nieces to death, and hated the fact his brother's job would always take them traveling across the world. Phil (to nobody's surprise) loved being a grandpa, but had told the kids to call him Papa. Papa was a lot similar to the dad Tommy had experienced. The house was never quiet, as Phil always had music playing. He never lost his cooking habits, they actually seemed to grow when grandchildren were involved. The walls of the house were littered with school projects and small drawings the kids would make them. He had gotten a new dog when Henry had passed (the dog lived to be twelve years old, he had passed in his sleep two years prior) and the house never seemed to lose the life it held the first time Tommy stepped foot into it.