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The weather was getting warmer again. After a long period of winter where the sun would barely show, there was now a golden hue that was melting the snow to make place for flowers and plants. It was even warm enough to go outside in just their sweaters, that Ranboo and Tubbo had proved when they went outside to pick up flowers and gather the food. Tommy was sitting by the windowsill, looking outside and seeing Tubbo and Ranboo coming back, Tubbo holding a basket with flowers while Ranboo was holding bags with vegetables and pieces of raw meat, ready to be prepared and stored.
"Have you really been sitting here this whole day?" Tubbo looked worriedly at the poor boy. He was pale and his blue eyes dull and tired. Tommy hummed a little, nodding slowly. "We should go out tomorrow... It's supposed to get nice tomorrow... We could even take Micheal. I think he would enjoy it."
"But Tubbo-" Tommy whined. "Ranboo, please... I don't want to go out..." Ranboo looked conflicted at the two boys.
"I think- I think Tubbo's right. Staying inside isn't healthy..." Tommy huffed, crossing his arms like a small child. It made Ranboo and Tubbo let out an endearing chuckle.
"You'll feel better if you go out. I promise."
The plan was to go to a small flower field not too far away. Tommy was placed into his wheelchair, having put on one of Ranboo's sweaters so he could snuggle in the oversized fabric. Micheal was sitting on his lap, safe and sound and snoring as he was asleep against Tommy's chest. Ranboo was the one pushing the wheelchair, while Tubbo walked alongside him. He had a small basket filled with food and drinks.
"I hate this," Tommy huffed at some point. He had been silent for most of the time, but now he looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "I hate this so much."
"Why? What's wrong, hun?"
"I want to be able to do things! I- I don't want to be trapped in this fucking chair!" Tommy sobbed and Micheal stirred awake by the outburst. "I want to be independent! I- I want to love again!" Tommy wiped his tears away with his sleeve. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't be sorry Tommy... We never knew how much of a toll this must have taken onto you." Tommy sniffled at the response of his boyfriend. He didn’t deserve him.
"Yeah, Tommy... We just want to see you happy. We thought that maybe going outside would make you feel a bit better again, but we see now that we were wrong." Tubbo kneeled in front of the crying boy and held his hands tightly. "We can go home if you want to. We understand."
"No, no it's fine. I just- I have to accept it someday, right?"
"Are you sure?" Tommy nodded. "Okay. But tell us if it gets too overwhelming, alright? We won't judge."
Eventually, they arrived at the open field. Tubbo put Micheal on the ground and said that he could play, as long as he was still in sight of the three fathers. The small child immediately ran around, climbing into small trees and rolling around in the grass. Tubbo turned around, seeing Ranboo helping Tommy out of the wheelchair.
"I can still walk, Boo," Tommy mumbled.
"I know, but just to be sure." Tommy rolled his eyes as he sat down on the grass. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air. Tubbo and Ranboo were right. It's nice to touch the grass and dirt again, to feel the sun on his skin.
"Are you okay, Toms?"
"Yeah... I'm better than okay, even." Tommy opened his eyes again the see that his two boyfriends were sitting beside him, Tubbo leaning against him while Ranboo had his arm wrapped around their shoulders. "Thank you, for everything."
"No need to thank us, love... We're always here for you." Tommy smiled softly and for the first time in months, Tubbo and Ranboo could swear that the lively ocean blue colour was coming back in their lovers' eyes.