Tommy Innit Craft was born on a Tuesday.

Phil hadn’t stopped crying since Tommy was born. Wilbur was quite certain that Tommy hadn’t stopped crying, either.

No one could remember the exact time it happened, as right after Tommy was born, Kristen got sick. For the next three years of Tommy’s life, Kristen— “Mommy!”—was in and out of the hospital for her illness. There wasn’t a single doctor who could tell the Craft family what was wrong with her, and the uncertainty of it all, the stress of the medical bills as well as the drain Tommy’s young personality had on everyone made Phil tired all the time.

Wilbur ignored Tommy, forcing you out of bed at ungodly hours of times to go take care of baby Tommy while Technoblade pretended to sleep through it.

When Tommy was two and started calling you by noises that sounded suspiciously like “mama”, you almost cried. Not because you were weak- no, he was fifteen and could handle a little emotion, but Tommy’s real dad was literally upstairs.

Part of you bitterly thought that his dad wasn’t really Tommy’s real dad. He hadn’t raised Tommy, not even a little bit. That had all been left to you, and you didn’t even want to be a parent!

“Don’t call me that.” You hissed at the child. You’d distanced yourself a little for the next few days, but you couldn’t just abandon the child. Techno was too busy with school, Dad didn’t want Tommy at all, Wilbur was taking to hanging out with Jschlatt and Sally and getting drunk. So, if you didn’t help Tommy, no one else would.