Baby Time! || Sufin

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Berwald's POV

We watched Tino speed off with Emil in the car, hiding behind a tree until they were out of sight. "Now what, the house is destroyed!" Lukas exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and pacing. "Tino's going to snipe us if we don't fix it by the time they're back."

"We have Mr. IKEA here, don't we? He can fix it up in no time!" Mathias shouted, looking as if he had just thought of something genius.

I shook my head and walked inside, looking at the massacre Tino had created.

Dishes were smashed to smithereens, most of the furniture flipped, and the chandelier was on the floor covered in what looked like super glue. I accusingly looked at Mathias and Lukas, expecting an answer later.

We then looked at the mess then back each other, nodding our heads and rushing off to put the house back together.

Mathias went around and put the furniture back in place while Lukas swept the broken dishes into a trashcan. Meanwhile, I was putting the bathroom door back into place, lifting it up and screwing the hinges back to the doorframe.

After I finished that, I went over to the chandelier and picked off most of the superglue, eyes narrowed at the bad previous attempt of fixing it.

A few minutes later I got it hung up correctly as the other two finished their jobs, stepping back and checking to make sure everything was in place.

"Berwald! We're home!"

Tino's POV

I cheerfully got out of the car and walked to the porch. After battling the stairs, I opened the large door and went inside.

"Berwald! We're home!"

I looked around to find him in the kitchen with Lukas and Mathias. They all looked tired and had sweat dripping down their faces.

"Is everyone alright?" I asked, slowly walking towards them. "We're fine, Tino. No need to worry about anything! Everything's all clea-" Mathias' response was cut short with a smack to the head by Lukas, who shushed him and dragged him away.

I watched them leave and jumped when Berwald picked me up. "B-Ber what are you doing? I'm capable of walking on my own," I stuttered, surprised by his sudden action.

"Yer feet," was his reply, carrying me to the bathroom and sitting me gently on the side of the tub.

I looked down and noticed glass from the window still stuck in my bare feet, wincing as I saw blood drops leading to where I sat. "O-Oh, I'm fine," I insisted, reaching down to pick the shards out.

As I leaned down, I realized I wasn't able to reach my feet. I looked up to see Berwald's 'I told you so' face.

"Alright, you win," I sighed. He looked at me in slight triumph and went to work bandaging up my little feet.