TW:GRIEF
Tubbo's POV:
I woke up in the middle of to Michael standing infront of me, he mumbled,
"Papa, Daddy actwing weiwd again,"
I looked up at the door to see the tall silhouette of my husband standing at the doorway, purple glowing in his eyes, and sarcastically thought,
'great, he's enderwalking again.'
I got up, sat Michael down on the bed, and went over to tap Ranboo on the shoulder. Immediately, he woke up from his haze and looked down at me shakily.
"O--oh, Tubbo, d-did I--" I paused his words with a hug. How I wished he would stop apologising for something out of his control.
"It's okay bossman, me and Mikey are fine, you didn't try to hurt us,"
We stood for a moment in our hug, then we both looked over at our already sleeping toddler.
"We should put him back to his own bed," suggested Ranboo,
I chuckled quietly and nodded in agreement.
I went to pick up the small zombie piglin, careful not to wake him up, and walked through the doorway and down the hall.
I opened the door to Michael's room and tucked him back into bed. I walked back down the hall and stepped back into the room I shared with my husband, who was still standing there where I left him.
"We should get some sleep aswell, Tubbs," Ranboo told,
I yawned unintentionally and he started laughing,
I agreed with him, and we went to opposite sides of our queen-size bed and lay down.
We cuddled up together as usual, and drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up in the morning and found Ranboo was missing from the bed. I sat up and saw the door was locked even though the previous night I had left it open.
I stopped pondering and then got up.
I walked down the hall and down the grand staircase, the mansion was unbelievably quiet.
After reaching the kitchen, I saw that my husband was not here either, and then it hit me.
Ranboo had died 7 months ago. Last night was a dream. I was a widow. And I was alone.
I stood light-headed in the quiet kitchen, when I heard a knock on the door from outside the hotel.
I looked at the spruce door and to my suprise walked over to it subconsciously. I held my hand on the door knob for a slight moment, before opening it.
I opened the door to see my adoptive father, Phil, standing by himself, which was not common, as my brother Techno always stood behind him, untill the occurance of Techno having become a god.
"Hi, Tubbo can I come in?" He asked,
I nodded lightly and cleared the doorway for him, then closed the door behind him.
"How've you been doing?" He started to question me after he sat down at the kitchen island.
"Hanging in there, how's it been for you?"
"Odd, I'm still missing him, however he's been around so long I still feel him with me even though he's not,"
"I felt that way too, back in December, what a great Christmas present from your grandfather, the murder of your beloved husband and hostaging of your infantile son," I told Phil sarcastically.
