It was a cozy Sunday morning. Philza was in the kitchen making breakfast for his family. Joining him this early was Wilbur, who had his head resting on the table. With Fundy it was a hit or miss, but this morning it seemed like it was day to sleep in for him. Neither were as heavy of sleepers as the other two so they often woke up when Philza did.
That doesn't mean they liked it though. Wilbur was a perfect example of it right now.
The other two could sleep through anything, especially Techno. Philza mused that he must've chosen to live in the Tundra to help hibernate. Chuckling to himself as he flipped a pancake, he was going to have to wake up the others soon.
He heard footsteps approaching as well as Wilbur mumbling what most likely was an attempt at a 'good morning'. Philza just focused on cooking and soon he felt arms wrap around his waist along with a head coming to rest on top of his own.
Looking up, blue eyes met green surrounded by black.
"...Morning." Sam greeted sleepily.
"Morning to you too, Sam." He chuckled before turning his attention back to the stove.
He was almost done making breakfast, so as Philza plated the last pancake and looked back up at his husband.
"Could you go wake up Techno, Tommy, and Fundy?"
Sam nodded and shuffled back upstairs. Chuckling, Philza moved the plate of pancakes away from the stove and then went to grab the syrup from the fridge as well as the butter. After placing everything on the table, he shook Wilbur awake. He could hear the telltale signs that the other three were awake by the running. Smiling as Tommy ran in, he walked over over as the young boy sat down and ruffled his hair.
"No running in the house." He chuckled.
He got a mumbled apology and then Sam and Techno walked in, taking their seats. Fundy soon came in after, rubbing sleep out of his eyes still. As everyone sat down, they said their good mornings and got their portions before eating. Techno and Tommy quickly got into a random argument and Wilbur occasionally offered his two cents, not really in the mood for debates this early. Fundy just elected to ignore them in favor to focus on the pancakes.
It was a familiar Sunday morning.
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At another household, only one was awake. Ranboo took the time to bask in the peace, not the quiet, however, as Tubbo was snoring next to him. He had nothing going on that day and neither did his husband, so they could both sleep in for once.
As he was about to close his eyes and drift off again, the bedroom door creaked open and he watched as Michael looked around to mostly likely see if anyone was up before sneaking over to the bed and once there he attempted to get up on to it.
After waiting a bit and watching his son struggle, Ranboo sat up and picked up. His son let out a surprised squeal before being set down in between the two of them. They both froze as Tubbo shifted, but laughed quietly when he stilled again.
Then they both laid down, Michael instantly falling asleep and Ranboo shortly following.
It was a peaceful Sunday morning.
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What's the best thing you can make on a Sunday morning after being possessed by an egg for the longest time? Omelettes. Bad was making omelettes, Skeppy helping out while their son and two guests were waiting on the couch.
After being exorcised, the demon couldn't believe that his son was engaged. He was sad that he had missed out on a lot of things and was determined to make up for it. As well as make amends. Laughing quietly as Skeppy jumped a little as he poured more eggs in the pan to make another omelette. He smiled, the first person he made amends with was him. Both had wanted to apologize and after enrolling into therapy from Puffy, they both came to understand what happened under the egg's control wasn't their fault. Still it sucked.
