"Do you think we can take two more?"

Chapter 8

Kristen pov

"ahhhhhh," a small child yells, "m gona gets oo wanboo"

"nwot ifs I dwonts cwatch you fwirst," the other yells back.

There is so much noise in the living room that I don't even notice Wilbur walk in holding Tubbo until he motions for to boys to quieten down.

"I know you're playing, but it's a little bit too loud in here, kids."

"sworry wiwlby, we twry to be qwitwer," Tommy ducks his head a bit.

"its okay, its just getting a bit loud," Wilbur turns to me, "I think we need to take," he motions towards the child in his arms, "home with us."

He looks at Tubbo and sighs.

"the kids not safe, he needs a loving family, if you cant take him mum, then I will." He says, very matter of factly.

"darling, its not about me, if it was just down to me then id take him in, its down to your brother too, it wouldn't be fair on him either. I know how that makes me sound but it wouldn't be fair on him either," he gives me a look. A weird kind of look, "just think for a moment, I agree that we need to help him, but also you know exactly how tommy is and if he thinks for even a moment, we are 'replacing' him-especially with one of his best friends-who knows how he'll react."

I hate the fact that I cant do more.

"I'll take him then," I open my mouth to respond, "no, im an adult now and he needs help, I don't care, you wouldn't be replacing him because id take him in. also tommy wouldn't react badly, he'd love it, and what are you doing about Ranboo, hmm? Are you going to take him in?"

"maybe, we haven't decided yet, we may have to, he was kicked out afterall."

"mum! Are you even listening to yourself?! You'd take in someone whose been kicked out but not another, who is in a harmful household!" he semi-yells,

"just think how tommy would fee..."

"No! 'think how tommy would feel', Think how Tubbo will feel, the kid already feels crappy and now you pick his best friends over him! I cant with you! I'm going to leave the room now, I need to breathe for a minute, wheres dad?"

"in the kitchen," I reply, emotionless.

He looks to the boy in his arms and smiles. He smiles a sad, empathy-full smile. The boy looks back up to him.

"hey kid," he coos, "do you want to stay in here or come find Philza with me?"

"mmmm, I wanna comes wif oo, don't fink I is wready to pway yets."

"that's fine, lets go little one."

And with that he walks out the room.

I look at the two playing and smile. They are adorable playing together. Ranboo has always been easier to deal with than Tubbo, and I don't mean that in a mean sort of way, I just mean that accommodating to Tubbo's needs are much more difficult than Ranboo.

Phils pov

I just finish cleaning the kitchen for Tubbo when Wilbur walks in with the boy in his arms.

"you alright, mate?"

He looks pissed off, like really pissed off.

"no."

Blunt, but we can work with that.

"whats wrong?" I turn to fully face him and pull two chairs out from the table.

He sits and sighs, I assume he's thinking of where to start.

"mums picking favourites, well, no, shes picking least favourites."