bubba.

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lmao i'm stressed but i'm writing 3 books at once why do i do this to myself.

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"Daddy? Papa?"

Phil and I immediately wake up when we hear the soft voice of our son, Dil.

"Yes, Dil?" Phil asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, then my eyes widen when I see the tear streaks down Dil's face. "Dil? Honey what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I ask frantically, scooting over to make room for him.

"I-I had a bad d-dream and I g-g-got scared, can I s-sleep here t-to-tonight?" Dil says with a quivering voice.

I nod my head, as does Phil, and reach over to scoop Dil up in my arms. "You don't even have to ask, bubba."

He smiles and I kiss his forehead, laying him down in the middle of Phil and I. "I thought I was bubba?" He pouts. I roll my eyes as Dil giggles loudly, "we can both be bubba, Papa." Phil smiles and boops his nose, "I'd like that."

Just as Phil and Dil fall asleep, I whisper, "you'll always be my bubba." and I close my eyes.

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was that good? i've always loved the nickname bubba and i call my brother that. i think it's cute

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