Addison- A FatherSoot OC story

Grandma???

Someone asked me to update this.
So here we are. 

Also, I remember nothing about Wilbur's parents if there is anything. So these guys are basically my OC's. Especially to make this more fun. 

Philza, Tommy, Technoblade, and the rest of the SMP had all flown home. Now it was just Addison and Wilbur in the house, with the "Pog as hell" newly renovated kitchen, as Tommy put it.

As promised, Wilbur helped Addison bake a cake. This one turned out a lot better, especially since Wilbur had oven mitts this time.

Addison still had physical therapy, but she was slowly regaining use of her hands and arms. A lot of her movements were slower than normal, and she had extensive nerve damage, but she was getting better.

A few weeks later Wilbur decided to take Addison to meet his parents. They lived far away so he had to take a plane, which Addison had never done before. She was a little nervous, but.... It would be finnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 

Wilbur led Addison through the airport. She seemed both nervous and excited. It only took Addison five seconds to ram her suitcase into a corner after turning too quickly. Wilbur just laughed at her sheepish grin. 

At TSA, Addison was asked a few extra questions since her last name was different than Wilbur's. Wilbur had forgotten about that, and therefore couldn't prepare her. She fumbled over the questions. They were simply making sure she wasn't afraid of being kidnapped. Luckily for everyone involved, they let Addison through. 

When they were waiting for the plane, Addison took out her crochet. "What are Grandma and Grandpa like?" she asked. 

"Well... I think you'll find mum more interesting. She likes to cook, ask me when I'm going to get married so she can have more grandchildren,... crochet." 

Addison looked up at Wilbur. "She likes to crochet?" 

Wilbur nodded, grinning. "She has a problem. You and her will have fun. Fair warning, she is a bit... enthusiastic, especially when she's excited." 

"What does that mean?" Addison asked. 

"Tommy on steroids." 

Silence. 

"Yeah." 

"Alright." 

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Props to my sib for giving me the name of the Grandma. 

"WILBUR!!!" 

A 68 year old woman came practically bounding out of the house. "There you are! You know, we could have picked you up from the airport. But noooo! Wil's going to get a taxi as to not put us out. As if going to pick up my son was such a hassle, huh. And now, because of that taxi man, you are an hour late! How's that for putting us out?" 

"Plane was delayed, mum." Wilbur said. "Maintenance. It's nice to see you." 

"Well, of course it's nice to see you! That goes without saying." Wilbur's mum er... mom, Paula, hugged her son close, then examining him at arms length. "You eat enough? You look thin." 

Wilbur smiled ruefully. "I eat plenty, mum." 

She looked skeptical. "He looks thin. Don! Doesn't he look thin?" 

Paula turned to Don, an elderly man who was standing on the porch. Wilbur's dad. "He looks fine and strong to me." Don said. 

"Hi dad." Wilbur said, giving his father a desperate look. "Save me."