𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 '𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣

written by sarahwasfound on tumblr

The sound of the door opening and squeaking of wet shoes on the hardwood floor brought both your attention and your 7 year old boys. His head shot up, staring at the entrance for his father to hopefully walk through. He stood, a grin etched on his face as Quackity moped his way into the living room area. You slightly smiled, watching as Jackson held onto his father, not minding the way his clothes got soaked from Quackity's drenched ones. "Hey, buddy." Quackity kneeled down, watching as the boy's eyes traveled to his scar, like it always did. Jackson always made sure to let his father know he wasn't staring cause he thought the scar was 'weird' or something, he thought of it as 'awesome' and 'cool'. "Did you have fun? I did! Mom and me went out to get food and we stopped to get pie and cookies and cake!" The excitement radiating off the little boy slightly helped Quackity's grum mood. "That sounds fun, buddy. Did you leave some cake for me?" He saw the boys face drop, watching as he turned to look at you before whispering. "Did we leave any for dad?" "I think i hid some." You whispered back, watching as he dramatically sighed in content. "Yes, mom hid some for you!" Jackson moved to start putting his toys in a box, still talking to his father, who he hasn't seen since early this morning. Now it was nearly Jackson's bedtime. "Im feeling very sleepy. I wanted to wait for you to come home." Quackity started to feel guilty for keeping him up, both of you up. "aw, buddy, let's go tuck you in. Say goodnight to mamma first" Jackson ran over to you, bringing you into a hug before kissing your cheek. You kissed his forehead, moving his dark hair out of his face. "sleep tight." You smiled at him as he ran to his room. "You okay?" You looked back over to Quackity, his glum expression definitely wouldn't go unnoticed by you. "Charlie's dead."  Your concerned expression turned into a shocked one. Charlie, who everyone including Jackson has grown to adore, was dead. "How-who-" "I'll sort it out. But it still happened." You moved to take him into your embrace. You tried to assure him, not knowing if you were doing it for him or yourself. "He-" Quackity sighed, moving away from the hug. "I don't know how we're supposed to tell Jackson." They always had a sort of brotherly love, there's no way that Jackson is gonna take this well. "Dad?" Jackson's feet paddled against the floor, moving to look at you both. "Oh, right. I'll be right there." He tried to smile at his son. The offspring nodded, running back to his room. Quackity sighed, looking at you before you padded his back, encouraging him to go tuck your son in. "Go tuck 'em in, we'll worry about everything else later."