"Do you think we can take two more?"

Chapter 7

Wilbur Pov

"mama, mama, mama?!" I hear tommy yell.

"we're in here!" mum yells back.

"kwwrrtistteenn?" Tubbo yells, he extends each syllable as he does so.

I look toward the door to see two waddling children, wobbling our way.

"mama? Awre oo otay?"

"Im okay, baby, are you okay?" mum looks to my brother with concern visibly painted on her face.

"I otay mama. I gots bit owverwhewlmed an we hads to go gets my bag fwrom wiwlbys car. Dada cawrried me tos hwis cawr"

"im sure that was fun," she turns to tubbo, "you okay, sweetie?"

He nods and runs to Ranboo.

"wiwlbyy?" he turns to face me.

"yeah, bud?"

"I hab oor kweys."

"can I have them please, toms?"

"nwo, tan we pway cwars?"

"bud, its pretty unsafe to play with keys"

"but I wannas pway cwars wif oo" he pouts at me.

"fine! But just for a few minutes."

"Yays"

"boys!!" we hear phil yell.

"yeesshhh!!" the three boys call back.

"im ordering food, what do you kids want?!"

All three littles look at each other, with a knowing look in their eyes.

"wa do o fink we wan!!" tommy exclaims.

"okay, okay. Stupid question then. Nuggets?"

"wa ewlse wud we wans!!"

Phil peeks his head round the doorframe, "okay then," He states.

This look of panic paves its way onto Tubbos face.

"oh no, I forgot, I forgot to tell you guys."

"whats up? What did you forget?" I make my way over to him.

"my parents texted me a little while ago to say they'd be home later today."

"hey, that's okay, it means that we can speak with them"

"no no no no no no no no, please don't, please, please, please don't talk to them," he starts to hyperventilate.

"hey whats up, whats wrong tubbo?" I hold my arms out, offering a hug. He accepts and comes tumbling into my arms.

"im sorry, im sorry, im really, really, really sorry, I didn't mean..." he trails off.

"why are you sorry, mate?" Dad asks.

"they will yell....." The boy says quietly.

"what time are they getting home, tubs?" I say to the sobbing child in my arms.

"s..som....sometime a..a..ar...round, uhh, a..around s..six pm, i...i...I th..think"

"okay, that gives us roughly an hour to eat, get some of your clothes and get back to my house, sound okay?"

"hmm? What do you mean?" the boy tilts his head in confusion.

"im taking you for a bit, till I can get this sorted out, mate. Is that okay? I just don't want you staying in a house where they don't treat you like their child." Phil looks at the child with a look that I cant quite decipher.