TW: slight cussing
Ranboo's POV:
I woke up in the morning, and it felt so fucking good to be alive again, instead of being stuck in a very small room, playing card games with some very annoying people who were old enough to be my parents.
I cuddled my sleeping Tubbo for some time, playing with his chest-nut brown hair, before planting a kiss on his head and getting up from bed.
I went into the closet and was suprised at the fact he kept all of my clothing out, instead of stashing it in the attic or throwing it away. I put on some black jeans, a white t-shirt and a red hoodie.
I walked out of our room and decided to check on my 3 year old, who I hadn't seen in ages.
I walked up to Michael's room, opened the door and saw him sleeping as peacefully as ever.
"Mikey wake up, it's time for breakfast,"
I picked him up so I could go make breakfast while he watched.
When I walked down the staircase, he gave a little yawn and I nearly melted. Words could not express how happy I was to be alive and a father once again, and I would also have to get adjusted to sleeping in real-time again, because if I had done the math correctly, we only slept every 16-17 days in limbo.
I got to the kitchen, and put Michael into his baby chair. I got a jar of applesauce from the fridge, put some of it in a bowl, got a baby spoon and gave it to Mikey so he could eat something as I cooked.
I started making some batter for my special pancakes, I got out a pan and cooked the american bread discs. I got out some syrup, made a coffee with slightly too much milk, and put all of it on a tray.
I cleaned up Michael's bowl and made him a bowl of oatmeal, knowing full-well that he would make a mess.
I grabbed the tray and walked back upstairs. I cracked open our bedroom door ever so slightly and saw Tubbo was still asleep, 'Perfect', I thought, before knocking on the door.
He rolled over to where he was facing the door and mumbled,
"Nooooo, I wanna sleeeeeep,"
He then opened his eyes, and saw I was standing in the doorway with the tray, and I said to him,
"Well, would you wake up for some pancakes?"
He sat up against the headboard as I walked over to give him the tray. I placed it on his lap and sat down next to him,
"Oh bossman, you didn't have to,"
"Oh it's okay Tubbs, I thought might make myself useful now that I'm back,"
He giggled and picked up the syrup so he could drown the pancakes as always. We continued talking as he ate the pancakes.
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When Tubbo finished eating, I suggested that I go do the dishes for him but he insisted upon getting up from bed.
We got to the kitchen and I started doing the dishes, so he started cleaning up the mess that Michael had made.
"So Tubbo, when is the last time you cared for the hygiene of our child?" I asked when I finished loading the dishwasher,
"Oh f-frick it's been like 2 weeks since I washed him and like 2 days since I changed his nappy,"
I started laughing,
"That's not too awful, so about time we go be parents, right?"
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