Phil pushed the door open with his free hand, holding the baby gently against his chest. Once he was in he slammed it shut with one wing. He flapped his powerful wings once to get the water out the thick grey feathers, leaving a little puddle on the wooden floor by the door.

He shifted the baby's weight on his shoulder so he could remove his sodden hat and then jacket. Tubbo was soaked right through too, and while he could wait the small goat hybrid couldn't. He flicked his shoes off his feet, those could go away properly later. He could feel how the small baby shivered in his arms, so similar to how his, possibly former youngest, did when Wilbur found him.

He headed deeper into the house, thankful for it being slightly later. He wasn't one to normally leave his boys home alone, especially with a baby and two chaotic five year olds, but seeing as he had just gone out to clear his head he didn't see it as too bad to leave his boys home alone for what he assumed would be five minutes that they would be asleep for.

He was going to get the baby into something warm first, which meant going to Theseus' room. He had to admit that he found the name stupid, but oh how his eldest's eyes had lit up when he said it, the boy's normal bored voice excited. Wilbur had argued with his twin about how it was stupid and it would be hard for the baby to say when he was older and how Technoblade might struggle to say it when his teeth came in. Technoblade had responded indignantly and said how it was a good name for his new younger brother. Wilbur had rolled his eyes and given in. The older of the boys had always been more strong willed than his curly haired brother.

Phil smiled at the memory and shook his head, a small laugh slipping his lips. He loved his boys, they were the light of his world.

He pushed the door to his youngest's room open with one wing before repositioning Tubbo so he was resting in his wing. Phil had to be thankful that they worked like limited secondary arms, they helped him out a lot when he had to do things such as hold a baby while looking for dry clothes. That bee sweater wouldn't keep his small form warm anymore.

He felt disappointed in the other man, he didn't understand how he could have so easily given up his son. It just didn't make sense to him.

Shaking away his worries he found some of Theseus' clothes that would fit Tubbo.

As much as he knew that changing the kids name would upset Technoblade he also knew that if the child kept being called Theseus he would probably end up being bullied. If not by other children then by Wilbur.

He positioned the baby so he was in his arms again and walked over to the changing table, a small and soft towel next to it, embroidered with the name of his youngest. Phil couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how it made the child sound like he was some pretentious rich family, when in reality he was being raised by a perpetually tired winged man alongside two half piglins in the middle of the woods. Theseus, gods, was the eldest child in the family a huge nerd.

Phil quickly dried Tubbo and changed his clothes to the plain white footie pajamas he had decided on. The boy was so much thinner than he should be. Once again Phil's eyes were drawn to that scar, it ran solidly from one end of the boys fluffy ear to the other, creating a clear gap in the white fur. It probably wouldn't heal properly, and that saddened Phil, but he guessed that it made him similar to his new brothers.

All three of the boys that Phil had adopted already had some form of scarring on them, Theseus - still a stupid name- had a scar on his hand, right by his pinkie finger, it was clearly from a burn, as if a bit of burning coal had landed on him. The soles of Wilbur's feet were scarred, his softer human skin wasn't made for walking bare-foot in the nether, sure he was more heat resistant than normal humans, due to being half piglin, but he was still closer to human in appearance than his twin, and so he burned easier. Technoblade, Phil still doubted that it was his given name, but neither twin had called him anything other than that or Techno, so he just didn't question it, the more clearly piglin of the twins had a few scars, one on his snout that caused his nose to take on a slightly misshapen appearance and a small notch out of his left ear. These wounds had been so healed when he was found that Phil couldn't do anything to help lessen the damage.

Once they were returned to the overworld Wilbur had been sent to bed rest until his burned feet healed. Luckily for the young boy being half piglin had some hidden perks, including a slightly advanced healing speed.

Oh, he was lost in his memories again. Phil shook his head to see that Tubbo had fallen asleep in his arms, a small smile played at his lips as he cradled his new son. He'd have to do some research into goat hybrids and how their hybrid status will change their physiology, judging by how the small baby's body appeared now, fluffy white goat ears nestled in his blond hair and the small white tail that had made the pajamas just such a pain Phil guessed that Tubbo wouldn't change much more. But then, comparing how he looked to his father he also guessed that he would gain the horns.

A careful hand ran through the sleeping infant's hair as Phil checked his scalp for any signs of the horns, there were none, yet. He guessed that they would probably grow in later in life, similar to how Technoblade's tusks probably would too.

Cautious not to wake the sleeping boy, Phil once again left the room, he wasn't going to sleep tonight, just hold his newest son as he slept and think.

Phil entered the living room only to see his eldest son sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a book on his lap. Technoblade seemed to not have heard him, too interested in whatever he was reading, though the half-piglin was muttering something to himself over and over.

A concerned look crossed his face, he knew Techno would go downstairs sometimes and he would be down there for a few hours before he would leave back up to the room he scared with his twin, Phil guessed he was having nightmares but didn't want to come to him, but seeing the boy sat on the sofa in his oversized white t-shirt and shorts with his eyes glued to a book, the man realised that maybe it wasn't nightmares and maybe his son was just too focused to sleep.

Not announcing to his son that he was in the room, Phil took a seat on an armchair, his wings splaying out to the sides in an apparently awkward manner. He just held the pale blond baby in his arms and watched Technoblade read and mutter.

It didn't take Phil long to realise what the pink skinned boy was muttering, "shut up," he had caught Techno saying it to himself when he was alone, but he had assumed that he was just annoyed by Theseus crying or Wilbur being loud, after all, Techno's pig like ears had to be more sensitive to sound than those of his brothers and father. But now, seeing Techno muttering this to himself in the near silent house, the only noises being the rain pounding and the wind howling outside and Phil's quiet breathing, Phil felt concerned.

He let out a quiet cough to gain the attention of his eldest son. This idea worked and Technoblade looked up letting out a small and slightly confused grunt. Phil assumed this was something in Piglin, it sounded similar to the grunts that the Piglins in the Nether made, so that's just what he assumed.

"Are you okay there Techno? You keep muttering to yourself." Phil tilted his head slightly as he stared at his son. At his words a sudden shock of anxiety seemed to hit Techno and he stiffened up and gulped.

Techno nodded slowly. "The voices." He tapped his head, just below one ear. "They keep telling me things... I don't like it. They're scary." Suddenly the normally tough five-year-old seemed scared and small and so much like a five-year-old should.

Phil stood up, careful of Tubbo in his arms, and walked to sit on the Right of Technoblade, his right wing wrapping about his son in what appears to be a hug. "Hey, it's okay Techno. Can you tell me what they're saying, maybe that will help it stop?" Phil's voice was so soft, so caring.

Yet again Techno nodded slowly. "They're saying the normal things. E, blood for the blood god. God they just won't stop saying E." Techno took a few deep breaths before continuing to talk. "They're saying something new though." He paused to look up at his father, black eyes meeting blue. "They're saying 'Tubbox' I don't know what a 'Tubbox' is." The piglin's brow creased in concern.

Phil couldn't help it, it was just too perfect, he began to laugh. His laugh caused Techno to scowl at him, the young boy had always been so serious, it was probably from spending a year looking after himself and his brother in the Nether.

"What's so funny?" Techno's tone was slightly harsh, he didn't like the idea that he was being laughed at. Perhaps a 'Tubbox' was some overworld thing he had never heard of before.

"I'm sorry Techno. It's just that I found a child earlier. In a box that was labeled 'Tubbo' so the fact that your voices are saying 'Tubbox' made me laugh because of where I found the kid." Phil felt bad for lying to his son, but he couldn't have him knowing that the child had been willingly given up to him. The child being just found in the storm seemed less tragic to him.

Technoblade frowned, a low grumble in his throat. "What did you do with the kid?" He looked up at his father then down at how he was sitting. He thought the way his fathers arms were folded was off. And how utterly drenched he was.

"I took the kid home Techno, he only appears a few months older than Theseus, being out in that storm would have killed him. Poor kid was utterly soaked in nothing but a box and this tatty bee sweater." Why was Technoblade seemingly so upset by this, he didn't care when Wilbur had found his youngest brother, but now he seemed almost upset.

Another low grumble, Phil was now sure that the child was talking in Piglin. Techno took the book off his lap and moved to be staring at the baby. He was tiny and thin, possibly malnourished, he reminded him of a smaller version of Theseus. Yet again the child grumbled lowly to himself, his eyes fixed on the sleeping baby.

Then, without really thinking his fist was moving forward and he had punched the sleeping baby. Almost instantly Tubbo started to scream, causing Technoblade to stumble back with a squeal and land on the floor with his hands over his ears, curling in on himself.

Phil yelled before he started trying to comfort the screaming baby. It didn't take long for more screaming to start, Theseus had woken up, and gods could that child scream.

Fat tears rolled down Tubbo's face as he screamed. Techno was on the floor rocking, Theseus was screaming in his crib, but he would tire himself out soon enough.

Then there was a loud bang and the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. Then, skidding to a stop just inside the living room was a very dishevelled looking Wilbur, his curly brown hair was a mess and the black shirt he had been sleeping in just moments before was hanging awkwardly off his body. The five year old scanned the room before he focused on his twin curled on the floor with his hands over his ears.

He headed closer, arms wrapping around the older boy, not that he was that much older, but Technoblade was still Wilbur's older brother, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

"Blade?" The brunet's voice was quiet, whispered to his twin, it was only for his twin to hear. "Are you alright, what's happened, why are you on the floor? Why's Thee screaming?"

Technoblade looked his younger brother in the eyes, they were so filled with panic, panic that Wilbur had never seen on his face. "Wilbur..." Techno's voice was tinged with so much regret. "Wilbur, I punched a baby."

Much to the dismay of the slightly older piglin Wilbur began to laugh. The laugh caught Phil by surprise too, and this seemed to stop Tubbo from screaming, for now, though fat tears still rolled down his cheeks. Wilbur just had such an infectious laugh, the kind of laugh that made all sadness seem to fade.

"I'm sorry, but did you just say you punched a baby!?" The curly haired boy sounded like he was about to burst out laughing again, he pulled away from his brother, hands still on his shoulder to stare him in the eyes. "And the fact that you said 'A baby' instead of 'Theseus' makes it sound like it's a baby you don't know. Where did you find a baby to punch?"

Technoblade scowled at his twin, grumbling to himself. "It's serious Wilbur, I saw a baby and I, I don't know why, but I punched it! This is a problem." The serious child was staring at his brother with such ferocity that anyone outside of his family would have backed away from the young half-piglin.

It was Phil who spoke up next, his voice as serious as that of his eldest son's. "Wilbur, your brother punching a baby isn't something to laugh about. He shouldn't have done so." Phil took a few breaths. "Technoblade, go to your room, stay there the rest of the night, Wilbur go check up on Theseus, we will talk in the morning. I am not ready to process that my eldest son just punched a baby, or that I even have another baby." The commands were given in that way that only an overly tired father who has just been given a baby in a box in the middle of a rain storm and then watched his eldest son punch said baby can. Technoblade and Wilbur both stood up and headed up the stairs, Wilbur running ahead, using the banister to help him turn and dash up the stairs while Techno trudged behind, his head lower and once again he was muttering to himself, probably telling the voices to shut up.

Phil sighed, he should probably get out of his clothes, he was starting to feel the cold sap his energy, his wings hanging heavy. Once he was sure his sons were doing as they were meant to, he too joined them upstairs. Though he wouldn't stay there long, he was going to go right back to the main room and to the sofa, to spend the night awake listening to the storm raging outside and the quiet breathing of his new son.