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Tommy giggles wildly as Ranboo pokes his tummy, over and over again.
“Boo! Tickles! Too much!” Tommy squeals, hands starting to bat away Ranboo’s tickling fingers. Ranboo quirks a thin brow, half black and half white face teasing and smiling at the tiny little.
“Oh? It’s too much, baby?” Ranboo asks, continuing to tickling the toddler minded boy’s tummy.
Tubbo laughs a little himself as he watches the soft, domestic scene. Tommy squeaks, “Yeah! Too much!” His face is red and hair mussed adorably as he wiggles on the couch, trying to escape the ‘evil, torturous’ tickles from his tallest caregiver.
Finally, Ranboo removes his hands, an involuntary, wide grin on his lips. Tommy gasps little intakes of air, settling on the couch, obviously now sleepy.
He blinks slowly up at his Boo, whose grin softens a little as he blinks slowly back. “Such a sleepy baby.” Ranboo coos at him, leaning down and nosing Tommy’s forehead, protective form overtop of the small blond moobloom hybrid.
Said sleepy baby gives an equally sleepy mumble as Ranboo scoops the toddler up into his arms. He picks him up and carefully gets up from the couch, letting Tommy snuggle into his chest. It was no secret that Tommy loved snuggling into his caregiver’s arms when he was little (and, in all truth, when he was big, too), especially when he was as small as he was now- around two or three.
“Let’s get you some yummy food and then you can go night night, okay baby?” Tubbo coos at his little one, the buff goat hybrid taking the toddler from Ranboo’s arms and gently shushing him when Tommy whines at being moved.
The caregiver rubs his forehead against Tommy’s own forehead to soothe the boy as the they all go into the kitchen, intent on giving the toddler some food before bed.
Tommy makes little gurgling noises, cooing and small, sleepy ‘moo’s coming from the tiny moobloom hybrid. It’s so adorable, Tubbo has to keep from squealing. Almost reluctantly, Tubbo sits Tommy in his custom made high chair and sits on a stool right next to him once they get into the kitchen.
“What do you want to eat, cuddle bug?” Ranboo asks softly, giving the sleepy toddler a gentle grin, who was obviously smaller than he’d been when they’d been playing on the couch. Of course, this didn’t much bother Tubbo or Ranboo- they both adored taking of little Tommy, no matter his regressed age.
Trying to consider his options as much as a toddler could, Tommy takes on a ‘serious’ face. The two older boys have to stifle their giggles as they await Tommy’s answer.
Finally, the moobloom hybrid squeaks out an excited, “Carrots, p’ease!” with a few giggles, just for maximum cuteness. Ranboo nods, grabbing a carrot from a plastic bag in the fridge, bringing down a plate from the cupboard and a knife from the knife block on the back of the counter.
He cuts the carrot in half, then cutting it up into little slices of carrots. The scene is probably the most domestic thing Ranboo has ever done, and he thinks it might be Tommy and Tubbo’s, too. Cutting up food for their little one a bit late into the night (not really late, of course, but late for a two year old is around 9 p.m., which it was).
Tommy starts quietly babbling to Tubbo about something, only half really speaking English. But Tubbo just keeps nodding and making some, agreeing noises when he found it appropriate, giving the illusion of interest and understanding.
Ranboo huffs a small laugh as he puts the knife in the sink and walks over with a paper plate of carrots, placing them on the table piece of Tommy’s high chair.
Immediately, Tommy’s babbling died off and the toddler minded boy’s attention was placed on his food. He grabbed a carrot slice, and ate the whole thing. Ranboo fondly rolled his eyes; Tommy only ever ate small portions of things, if they were sliced, it took two bites to eat one slice of whatever it was. Carrots, however, Tommy seemed to adore, and always ate quickly.
It was sickeningly cute, but Ranboo and Tubbo wouldn’t change it or their little boy for the world.
“Tubs, can you go get his jammies? So we can tuck the little prince into bed.” Ranboo says, cooing at Tommy with a small boop to the nose that makes the toddler giggle loudly.
Tubbo nods, quickly walking off to retrieve the youngest a onesie or a pair of shorts and comfy top or even a hoodie. It didn’t matter much, as they had a plethora of clothes for big and little Tommy alike.
Left to his own devices, Tommy devoured the remaining carrot slices eagerly, happily bouncing in his high chair and swinging his feet back in fourth. His cow ears even twitched in another show of happiness. Ranboo cooed at the tiny blond, kissing his forehead as he walked to the other side of the counter and sat where Tubbo had previously been sitting right next to the toddler.
Giggling, Tommy picks up his now empty plate and proudly shows it off to Ranboo with a wide grin. “Look, Boo!” Tommy says happily. Ranboo nods, showing off his own enthusiasm, “Good job, baby! I’m so proud of you for eating all your food!” Ranboo coos, rubbing his forehead against Tommy’s own and taking the plate gently.
“Let’s go throw it away, okay?” Ranboo asks, setting it on the counter and helping Tommy out of his high chair. “Otay, Boo!” Tommy agrees happily, taking the plate from the counter and wobbling over to the trash with Ranboo’s help.
“Good job, baby.” Ranboo says, picking up the toddler and letting the small boy cuddle into his chest. Just as Ranboo is about to walk back out to the living room, Tubbo is walking back into the kitchen. “Look, bubs, Bo’s got jammies!” Ranboo says gently, pointing to the boy’s other caregiver.
Tommy moo’s happily, “Get changed?” He squeaks out, sleepily rubbing at his eye and softly grinning at Tubbo.
Tubbo nods, smiling at Tommy. “Yeah, baby. You’re gonna get changed and go night night, sound okay?” He asks, both of them walking into the living room so Tommy could sit on the couch while he was changed.
“Can s’eep with you guys?” Tommy asks as Ranboo takes off his shirt and replaces it with a comfy oversized shirt that was obviously Ranboo’s. Tubbo and Ranboo both give little laughs, but agree to the condition. Tommy was just a baby, and easily got scared when he was so little and alone.
“Of course, baby.” Tubbo agrees, kissing the child’s forehead, making Tommy beam at the older two.