you and your husband tubbo had started a little country the south of the dream smp called snowchester. it was comfy and warm. the atmosphere was peaceful and cozy and just a great place to live in. After a while of being married you’d adopted a child called michael whom was a piglin from the nether.

yet, when tubbo was resting out some of his new bombs, something fell into his eye and full on exploded, making him blinded in his left eye and leaving a nasty but now healed up scar. as you and tubbo laid in bed, him tracing your palm with a soft sone on his face.

“you are just so.. gorgeous. m’ such a fool for you..” he whispered softly into your ears.