It had been nearly a month since Missa left Quesadilla island.

A long, stressful month.

But now he could see the rocky shores of the island, steadily coming closer to his small boat. His trip had been great, seeing all of his friends and visiting new places had been a lot of fun. But the entire time there had been that constant pull in the back of his mind, the reminder of what he left behind on the island with the promise to return to.

A child, a little boy, that had asked over and over when his Papa would finally return. That looked up to him, even mimicked his skull mask to match with him, that missed him so dearly.

And a partner, a husband, that always reassured their son he will be back soon, that he loves them and will bring gifts. A husband who never seemed to be mad or blame him for leaving, always happily talking about their adventures. And their nightmares.

Even a granddaughter! Though he never met her, she sounded so sweet and innocent that he already loves her.

Missa looked at the towering wall in the distance, at the seemingly glowing spot against the darkening sky with luminescent trees and lanterns scattered around, where he knew a house was located. A house where he can finally reunite with his family.

He abandoned the boat by the shore and made his way over towards the wall, backpack with gifts slung over his shoulder. It was a bit heavy, but he was more than willing to carry the burden to make his loved ones happy. He will spoil his family rotten today with all kinds of sweets and treats and shiny trinkets for his bird brained partner to add to his collection.

The usual monsters patrolled the area as he neared the old adoption center, easily dispatched with his sword if they came to close. Having left his Waystone at home for safekeeping, he had to take the long way up, making his arms ache as he scaled the wall. They really should install a better way up than this... just in case someone can't fly or teleport.

When Missa finally reached the top and heaved himself over the edge, he was greeted with the sight of the whole wall being transformed into a large garden. Trees and plants everywhere, animals scattered around, a pond with axolotl swimming in it and a big farm extending farther than he could see. And right in the middle sat their home, dark wooden walls and stone roof decorated with flowers and vines growing on them, carefully trimmed to not overtake the building too much.

It was beautiful... he would have never thought that a place on a stone wall could be transformed like this.

The light inside the house was dimmed, so everyone was probably asleep. Which was unusual, considering Phil usually stayed up late to work on projects. Maybe the daily tasks have become too exhausting to keep up with that early nights have become a thing now.

The door was way too loud when he pushed it open, the iron hinges loud and heavy. He winced when it fell shut behind him, listening for any movement from any of the bedrooms. When a minute passed without any sound, he slowly pulled off his boots and cloak, putting them in their designated place. He noticed the two sets of small shoes by the door, which meant Tallulah was probably staying over again.

He placed the bag with gifts by the bedroom door before slowly pushing it open, peeking into the darkness. His eyes needed a second to adjust, but he could hear multiple sets of calm, deep breathing. A pile of limbs and feathers was barely visible in the darkness, curled up in the large bed they had set up on that very first day.

Missa slowly entered the room, making his way over to his designated spot on the bed. A wing was flung over the spot and it was half taken by the dragonlings curled up in Phil's arms, but he managed to squeeze in regardless, carefully slipping under the soft feathers without disturbing them too much.

His eyes grew more used to the darkness, letting him see Phil's face more clearly. It was half buried in Chayanne's hair, but he could still see dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he could use a break... and he will get one as soon as he wakes up.

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"Missa?"

The man stirred and groaned at the light hitting his face, burying his face more into black feathers to get rid of it. Phil couldn't help but smile at that, fluffing his feathers a bit for comfort. Chayanne and Tallulah were still fast asleep when Phil woke up, but that wasn't what had caught his attention immediately. It was that his partner had seemingly returned in the middle of the night and joined them in their cuddle pile.

"Missa, wake up." He pushed his wing more into his partner's face, making him groan. "Amore..." "That's me. Where's my good morning kiss?" That seemed to finally get him going, making tired dark eyes peek at him from beneath his wing. "If you kiss me I'll slap you." Even with the tired and rough morning voice, he could clearly hear the smile on his face, making Phil smile more.

Phil moved his wing out of the way, instead reaching out with his hand. Missa took it without hesitation, squeezing it gently. "I missed you..." "Missed you too. You won't believe the stress I've been through..." "I can imagine." His gaze traveled down to the two dragonlings curled up between them. "So that's our granddaughter huh? She's cute. Looks like Wilbur." Phil smiled and gently pushed some curls out of her face. "She reminds me so much of him when he was her age... It's scary how similar they are."

Missa was about to reply when he noticed Chayanne stirring. So instead he reached over to stroke through blonde hair, waiting for his son to fully wake up. "Mmm Mornin' dad..." He yawned, little wings stretching as he looked up at his father. Phil smiled and pressed a kiss against his forehead. "Good morning mate. Slept well?" "Mhm." He leaned into the touch, not realizing it wasn't Phil who was doing it.

"Chayanne... look who came back." The dragonling frowned and turned his head, only to immediately bolt upright and jump into his father's arms, waking poor Tallulah from her sleep. "Papa!" "Hey Chayanne! How is my little warrior? And what happened to your hair?" Missa cradled him close, smiling down at the ball of sunshine in his arms, practically vibrating with energy, even after just waking up.

Tallulah on the other hand hid in Phil's arms, startled and confused in her half asleep state. "Shhh it's okay. Abuelito is here. Chayanne just got exited, I'm sorry sweetheart." He stroked through her hair, hiding her away in his wing until she calmed down. Missa noticed her distress while listening to Chayanne's rambling on potatoes and Technoblade and dying his hair for Phil as a surprise, but Phil just patted his arm and motioned for him to continue listening to Chayanne.

It took a while for everything to calm down again, with Tallulah now curiously watching Missa from the safety of Phil's arms while Chayanne showed him his new improved sword and his cape. "Wow Chayanne, you look like a real warrior king!" "I know, I love it so much! Dad promised me to get me a real crown when I am bigger!" Missa looked at his partner, who just shrugged. "I have one of Techno's old crowns somewhere, but it's too big and heavy for him right now." "Ah, makes sense."

Chayanne grinned and bounced on his legs, wings flapping excitedly. "Have you seen our big farm when you came home? I can show you! I want to beat Technoblade's record!" "I did, very impressive. You've been busy while I was gone. But how about I'll meet little Tallulah first?" "Oh yeah, she doesn't know you yet!" Missa laughed as his son climbed over to the other dragonling, tugging at her hand. "You finally get to meet your other abuelo!"

Tallulah looked up at Missa, who smiled in return. His bone mask laid forgotten on the bedside table, so hopefully he doesn't look too scary, since he is still a stranger. "Phil has told me a lot about you. You're a little musician, just like your dad, right?" She nodded, holding out her flute. "I want to play together with him when I'm older and can go on tour too." Phil cooed and cradled her more in his arms. "You'll be amazing together. I can't wait to see you perform as a duo." She grinned up at him, then turned back to Missa.

"Well, my name is Missa, but you can call me abuelo too if you want. I actually play music too." "You do?" "Yep. I play guitar, just like your dad. But I'm not as good as him and can go on world tours." She giggled, wriggling her way out of Phil's arms now that she felt safe. "We can play together too. We can be a family band." "Sure! Sounds fun!"

The morning was spent exchanging stories about what happened, laughing and smiling. Missa did remember to get his bag and hand out the gifts, much to the children's delight once they saw the mountain of candy. Phil let them have their one morning of only sweets, instead happily taking the little box handed to him. It was filled with shiny jewelry, necklaces, rings, wristbands, earrings. All of it gold, with either blue or green stones as extra decoration. Most of it had been gifts when his friends heard that Missa has a jewelry loving partner back home.

"My family and friends have never met you and love you already. Even if they don't get the meaning of platonic partnership." Phil snorted, playing with one of the rings. "Wilbur has been teasing me non-stop about it too. How I never told him I'm bisexual and polyarmorous, how I am most definitely a bottom and if Kristin knows about this." Missa tried not too laugh, but it was hard when Phil stared angrily at a picture of Wilbur that hung next to all the other ones.

"What does being a bottom mean dad?"

"Nothing. It's Wilbur being a bully. Let's go show Missa your farm."

"Okay!"