(Discontinued!!)The sweetest baby to ever exist (but he's from hell)

Step five: one on one bonding

"Why don't you and Tommy go for a walk, hmm?" His father smiles, a tad too desperately as he rolls the singed curtains up in his arms.

Wilbur perks up, eyes bright, "Really?" He grins as he turns to look at the toddler, who hovers beside his father menacingly.

"Yes, I think that would be best. For a few hours," His father nods, before pausing, "Maybe more than a few hours. Just be back for dinner."

This is going to be amazing.

Wilbur opens his arms wide, "C'mon, Toms, we are going on an adventure."

The baby giggles as he floats into the boy's hold.

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"So," Wilbur clears his throat as he steps into the fresh snow, dark boots leaving a clean imprint. "I got so much to show you, Toms," He smiles excitedly down at the baby in his arms, "There's the woods and there's the rivers and the fish- Oh! I gotta show you Sally!"

Tommy tilts his head, tail flicking minutely behind him in confusion.

"Sally is my wife," Wilbur tells him proudly, chest puffing up. "She is so beautiful and pink. You will love her."

Tommy stares at him for a moment before leaning over to bite his shoulder, fangs digging into the fur of Wilbur's coat.

Wilbur laughs, bright. "Don't worry, she's amazing you'll see!"

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"Sally!" Wilbur grins as he pokes the fish with a stick.

Tommy hovers beside him, wings twitching as he glances dubiously between the boy and the salmon, a thumb stuck in his mouth idly.

"Sally, meet Tommy," Wilbur introduces, "He is my new baby brother, isn't he so cute?" He coos.

The fish stares up at him blankly.

"I know right!" Wilbur laughs, "He's great."

Tommy's eyebrows furrow. The toddler yanks the stick from Wilbur's grasp with a chubby fist.

Wilbur lets out noise of confusion as he stares up at the baby, "Wha? Toms, I was using that- Wha! Hey! Don't do that!" He gasps as the toddler begins to whack his beloved.

"Don't hit Sally, Tommy!" Wilbur scolds angrily.

Tommy continues to whack the stick at the fish with a passive expression.

"That's so mean," Wilbur scowls as he yanks the stick back with a glare, "Bad Tommy. We don't hit girls. Or anyone. Unless they have a weapon. Sally doesn't have a weapon and she is my wife."

Tommy frowns, horns twitching as he crosses his little arms.

"No, you can't get angry at me because I'm angry at you," Wilbur places a hand on his hip "That was so naughty. Say sorry now or else."

Tommy glares.

Wilbur glares back.

The toddler's bottom lip juts out and begins to wobble.

"You think that's going to work?" Wilbur raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Tommy's eyes water, a tear dribbling down his cheek and he clenches his little fists.

"I won't stand for your baby tantrums, you were naughty and I'm not going to forgive you until you apologize," Wilbur huffs, settling on the snow, cross legged and stubborn. "We can stay here all day."