Fenic

Part 6

"Hey pup," Fundy declared with a playful grin as he stepped into the playroom, greeted by the charming scene of his son and fiancée engaged in a delightful tea party on the floor "tome for a bath then sleep"

"Please, Papa, just five more minutes?" Yogurt pleaded, his eyes wide with innocent charm as he clutched a tiny teacup in his hand.

"Yeah, pleaseeee," Dream chimed in from amidst the stuffed animals and mismatched teacups, his eyes sparkling with mischief.Fundy couldn't help but chuckle at the synchronized plea from both his son and his playful fiancée. "Dream, not you too!" he exclaimed with mock exasperation, looking down at the immature man sitting amidst the tea party.

"Pleaseeeeee," Yogurt and Dream chorused in unison, their voices rising in melodramatic harmony.

"Alright, alright," Fundy relented, unable to resist their combined pleas. "But! You are setting a timer!"

"Noooooo, not the timer!" Yogurt gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his chest in mock horror.

"Timer? Fundy, how evil," Dream declared with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, his playful grin betraying his amusement.

"Five minutes," Fundy announced firmly, plucking a small egg timer off the nearby bookshelf and setting it down amidst the tea party props.

===Timeskip brought to you by Lack of Motivation===

ding ding!!

"Come on hon time for your bath then bed"

Dream's gaze lingered on Fundy as he lifted Yogurt in his arms and exited the room, most likely to take their son to the bathing area. Once they were far enough away that he knew they wouldn't hear, Dream allowed himself to collapse backward onto the floor. Why did he feel this way? It was a question that nagged at him relentlessly. But amidst the swirling confusion, one things remained clear in his mind.

Tonight felt nice

He hadn't felt this sense of peace since... not since at least before his royal duties, before the weight of his responsibilities as the crown prince descended upon him like the heavens themselves. Before the endless cycle of classes and the relentless clash of swords became his daily reality. Before the weight of the sky was placed on his shoulders as if he was Atlas

As he lay on the floor, staring up at the engraved image of the Goddess of Death on the ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with the ancient Greek titan. Like Atlas, he too bore the weight of the world upon his shoulders, a burden that left him feeling isolated and alone.

"You two knew this was gonna happen didn't you?" he asked as if the ceiling was gonna respond, as if the engraving itself fourced him to get a lottle crush on his betrothed

"No! It wasn't my suggestion, it was Sleep's idea. Don't go blaming me for falling for my grandson, young man!" the woman on the ceiling responded

"The ceiling just talked-"

"And you better listen!"

"Your Grandson??"

"Yes. Ye gods, Chaos thought you nothing did he?"

"No," Dream paused for a minute "No ma'am"

"See this is why all his suitors die!"

"Grandma didn't-"

"She doesn't count she was a lovely woman who worked at my temple, she knew the rules before he knew her"