𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 {𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕨𝕠}

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖: ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ..ᴵ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃʷᵃʸ.

"My Dearest Q,

I know you probably hate me now. It's understandable. I know I am an alcoholic, so I am writing this the day before we get married. I want you to know I truly love you. I always have. 

This is why I am telling you this, though I doubt you'll ever read this. My darling Quackity...I have lied to you. I told you I had nobody, no family, but it was a lie. I have an ex wife..who is ill with cancer, and my son was born earlier this morning. He was named Toby, but I like calling him Tubbo. You'll never meet him...not if I can help it. I just...desperately needed to say this...to write it. By now, I have either drank myself to death...or I have left you. Either way, Know I am sorry.

Much Love,  J Schlatt" 

Alex stared at the letter, crumpled from many readings. "...Alex?" Karl walked over and put a hand on his husband's shoulder. "What is it?" Nick asked hurrying over. "I..I found a letter addressed to me" Alex said shakily. He blinked rapidly as he leaned closer to Karl's embrace. "He..He had a son..." He breathed. Nick slowly glanced at Karl, surprised. "I want to meet him..." Alex suddenly decided. He searched through Schlatt's things, not caring if Karl or Nick protested because he had already made up his mind. He found a box labeled "Tubbo", and pulled out papers. He scanned them, finding a birth certificate, a few photos of a small boy with little horns growing out of his brown curls. Alex was positive this was Tubbo. He found a number, and he called it. "Hello this is Amber! I'm not home right now, if your here to contact my son he's gotten a phone, his number is xxx-xxx-xxx" Alex quickly dialed the number and pressed Call. It rang three times, before Alex heard someone answer. "Hello?" it was a man's voice. "Uh...Hello is this Toby Schlatt?" Asked Alex awkwardly "No...No uh I'm his guardian...Philza" Alex sighed in relief, he didn't know what he would say if Tubbo had been that old! "Well...I uh..I'm Tubbo's dad's ex husband" Silence. "um...I just wanted to..speak to him" "...just a second" 

A moment later someone answered the phone, this time it was a kid's voice. "Hello?" He was british. "Hi! Hello um..I'm Quackity" Alex said pressing the phone to his ear "Ok..." Tubbo sounded timid, and Alex decided to just say it all. "Um...Well I'm your daddy's ex" "My real dad?" Asked Tubbo, and Alex knew he had gotten the boy's attention. "Yes..." "...is he with you now?" Asked Tubbo, hope evident in his voice "No...No he's not with me right now. How old are you?" "thirteen and a half" The boy said proudly "Where is my dad?" "...He's away right now. He was bad so he had to go to time out" Alex said "...he's in jail isn't he?" Alex sighed "yes Tubbo...he's in jail" "Tubbo?" "...Would you like to meet?" Alex said, ignoring the boy's confusion. "...I'll have to ask my social worker lady" there was a shuffling sound, and then a distant conversation before Tubbo returned to the phone. "She says okay..." "Alright. I'll pick you up okay?" Alex got the information from the social lady, who made it a point to tell Alex that Tubbo was up for adoption and he qualified as a foster parent. "I'll keep that in mind" Alex said kindly. He hung up and turned to Karl and Nick "...He's thirteen. He's in foster care" Karl smiled supportively "It's your decision mi amor" He hummed kissing Alex's forehead. Nick nodded "We have a spare room" He added. Alex nodded as he stared at the picture of what he assumed was Tubbo. He felt oddly excited to be meeting his ex husband's son.