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Short description- Tommy learns Technoblade's name before Wilbur's

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The Watson household was unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. Just the soft hum of the baby monitor and slippered feet in the kitchen.

Phil sipped his coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter like a man who'd forgotten what silence felt like. Beside him was Kristin dressed in her most beautiful dress always ready for the day. A stark contrast from Phil who was still in his sleepwear.

"Why is it so quiet?" Phil whispered, like speaking too loudly might wake the chaos. Kristin smirked. "Because they're plotting something."

Phil raised an eyebrow at that statement. He had figured they were still asleep. "I give it five minutes before someone cries," she added holding onto her husband knowing sharing moments like this were now rare.

As she suspected she had a few minutes before there was a thud from upstairs, followed by a pause, and then the unmistakable wail of a boy whose soul had just been shattered.

Phil sighed, already heading up the stairs. He internally groaned as his wife chuckled.

As he reached the second floor, the wailing became clearer—definitely Wilbur. Which was unusual. Technoblade was the more likely candidate to scream if someone touched his Minecraft builds or breathed too close to his sword set.

Phil turned the corner into the twins' shared bedroom and stopped. Technoblade sat on the floor, criss-cross applesauce, his hands in his lap and his face unreadable. Wilbur, on the other hand, had thrown himself dramatically across the beanbag chair in the corner, face buried in the squishy material as he sobbed.

"Okay. What happened?" Technoblade shrugged, calm as ever. "Nothing." - "Nothing?" Wilbur shrieked into the beanbag. "He said your name first! Not Wil-bur!"

Phil blinked again, looking between them. "Wait. Tommy said... Technoblade?" It was odd and something was definitely not making sense because Tommy, no matter how ferocious of a toddler , couldn't have possibly said Technoblade.

Technoblade looked smug, "Yup. Clear as day."

"He didn't even try to say my name!" Wilbur cried, flopping over onto his back so he could be seen. "He just looked at me and then said bahhh like I was a sheep or something!" Wilbur started shaking his arms and legs like a baby in the middle of a temper tantrum. Which in theory wasn't to far off from the truth.

Phil opened his mouth. Closed it again. Tommy, to his credit, burbled and waved a toy like a trophy. "Okay," Phil said slowly. "Let's back up." Tommy blinked up at him with big blue eyes, then crawled straight over to Technoblade and plopped into his lap. Technoblade giggled and ruffled Tommy's blonde locks.

Wilbur gasped. "He chose him!" He cried more and this time you could really hear the hurt in it.
"Wil, you're being a little dramatic," Phil said gently. "He's my baby brother too!" Wilbur shouted. "We were gonna make a band! I was gonna write the songs and Tommy was gonna trumpet!"

Technoblade tilted his head. "I thought you said he was gonna play kazoo."

"Well now he's not playing anything!" Wilbur shouted again.

Phil rubbed his temples. "Look, I know it feels unfair—"

"You don't know!" Wilbur interrupted. "You and Mum had a new baby and you loved him first and now Technoblade gets all his love and- and-" Wilbur let out a weak sob as he buried his face into the bean bag.

Phil blinked unaware of how to handle Wilbur in such a state. Technoblade looked mildly uncomfortable with all these emotions.

"Wilbur," Phil said, kneeling next to him. "Listen, I know that being a big brother is hard sometimes. Especially when there are two of you and then a new baby shows up. But your mum and I love you and Technoblade exactly the same. Tommy didn't pick favorites. He's a baby. His brain is barely jelly."