a series of sbi oneshots

Good kid

 When Tommy was little he had this Special stuffed animal, he had gone through a phase of loving ladybugs and when his dad had came back from a trip to the market he was given the stuffed animal. Neither of his older brother's understood why tommy loved it so much or why he named the thing clara, But the one thing they did understand? Never mess with it.

    Tommy would sleep with the ladybug every-night and play with it all day, when he would eat it would be by his side and when he bathed it would stay on top of the sink. When his family went on walks it was tucked safely in his bag and when he did chores it would stay somewhere in his eyesight. There was no doubt how much it had meant to tommy and for tommy it was one of his core memory's.

   But then one day it ripped, tommy had gone to play in the wood's by their home, the small boy had wanted to climb a tree with the stuffed animal. He wanted to show it how the world looked above ground and as he climbed it got stuck on a branch without him noticing. The loud rip caught his attention quickly, he lost his grip and fell off the tree with clara. He wailed and he wailed until his brother's came to get him, he wailed as his cut's were cleaned and he wailed when clara started looking flatter.

   He remembers crying to phil begging for his father to fix clara, he remembers the soft word's phil spoke as he picked up the blonde and took clara out of his hand's, he remembered how papa had promised him that,

"Clara's just a little hurt right now honey, you'll have it back tomorrow and it'll be all better!"

    The blonde sniffed tears gathering back up into his eye's as he whined. "But..but clara has to sleep with me? Papa clara alway's sleep's with me!" 

   Phil sighed before rocking the child back and forth as he set down the torn plush, thought's running wild as he tried to calm his youngest, From the corner of his eye he could see his twin's peaking from the kitchen counter before settling his eyes back down to the sobbing blonde in his arms.

   "Oh toms..clara just need's a little bit of time to get better, you can handle being without it tonight can't you?" 

    The only answer he got was more broken sob's. He grew more lost when he felt a tug from his side and looked down to see his middle child wilbur. He threw a questioning look at his son and all Wilbur did was lift up his arm's making a grabbing emotion at tommy. Sighing he handed the youngest to his brother ready to tell wilbur that whatever he had planned wouldn't work out when wilbur started rocking tommy like he had.

   Wilbur closed his eyes as he set his head ontop of Tommy's before humming softly, and to phil and techno's amazement the sob's tommy had once been letting out turned into small hiccups and sniffles as tommy grabbed onto Wilbur's shirt. 

   "Oh bubs.." Wilbur started as he continued rocking him, "Don't worry bubba, I'll be here for you until Clara's all better!" 

  Tommy looked up at wilbur, blue eye's meeting brown, he tilted his head before lifting up his pinkie finger with a pout, "You gotta promise you won't leave until Clara's all better wilby!"

  It was a heart-warming sight to the three older one's in the household, Wilbur smiled down softly at tommy before connecting his pinkie with tommy's and nodded.

  "I'll alway's be here for you tommy. Wilby's gonna be right there for you no matter what."

 Tommy remember's waking up the next morning to phil handing him clara all sewed up and better again, he remembers how wilbur celebrated with him and played with the two all day long. He remembers how everytime clara broke phil would always be there to put it back together and how wilbur would stay by his side until he had the plush back.