This wasn't what I had envisioned when I saw my husband again. I didn't think we'd be sitting in a police station clutching our sons chicken while our babysitter was being questioned. Tears slipped down by face folding in half putting my face in my knees holding the chicken to my chest. My husband pulling me to him as we sat waiting, crying, longing for our baby boy to be in our arms again.
"Thank you for your corporation, it's greatly appreciated at this time." The officer said letting the sitter out of the room.
I stood up looking at the sitter. "Eret please! Where's Michael? Where is my baby?" I sobbed leaning into my partner as I slowly sank to the floor.
"Sam was watching him for a second, I-I don't know what went wrong." They cried putting a hand over her mouth.
"Come on bo. Up you go." Ranboo helped to my feet letting me lean on him for support.
"We've got people everywhere looking for him. We are doing our best sir."
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"I know you aren't fond of me but we need your help Technoblade." I said sliding the photo over. "Michael needs your help. Our son has been missing for over a month and the police have given up, they've told us to bury a casket and move on. Technoblade please. We know he's alive."
"I'll do it. Get your things together." He held a tattered book you. "We're hunting Sam and saving your child."
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Papa and Michael
FanfictionSequel to Dad and Tubbo. Can be read alone. - "I don't know if I can be a dad." "You were raised by a man who almost gave you up, he did it. So you can too, you were raised by a strong and loving father. You'll do amazing." That was the conversatio...
