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Sunny awoke to light streaming through the window, the blinds making gaps between it and leaving lines on the floor.
Shoving her face further into the pillow, she sighed and pulled the blanket around herself tighter. They didn’t want to get up yet. The warmth of her blanket cocoon around them makes her drift off again, but the clicking and rumbles of a train against tracks nearby stirred her again. They grumble as they sit up on their elbows, looking over at the bright sky through the glass. She sits up fully, hanging her feet over the side of the bed. Fairy lights flicker momentarily above her, and she smiles at the memory of her Pa helping her to hang them up, both of them struggling to reach and him catching her when she fell off the step stool she’d been using.
Standing up, they wobble slightly, the carriage only moving a bit and the wheels staying in place. They rub the sleep out of their eyes with their sleeve, brushing a hand through their bangs and picking their sunglasses up off the bench across from their chest. They pick up their notebook and stack of blank orange sticky notes, putting both items in their inventory, and heading to the door of their room, sliding it open. They flick the light switch on the wall of the cab, yawning as they sit in the cushioned chair. She pushes the button on her left and the console lights up multiple screens. They begin looking at the information on one of the smaller screens. It displays the weather and date in a bright white font that feels like it's burning her eyes.
13:00 December 23,
Clear Skies, 10°c
They blink at the date.
She sits in thought for a moment, staring at the date…
Before standing up and glancing out the train's main door. She peeks out both ways before stepping down and landing her feet on the ground with a light thump . They run over to the tree farm near their little train car. Looking at all the machines and making sure everything is working, she checks over the ore distribution warehouse and looks over the sorting center as well. After being sure everything is in working order and nothing is slow or broken, they start the walk back to their carriage, but pass it by and head towards the TubHole™ instead.
They take out their paraglider, and jump down, falling for almost a full minute before their feet touch the ground. They ended up in the right spot though, seeing a letter on the ground next to her pa's gift. A plane! They’d spent nearly two weeks keeping their Pa from going near this area so that she’d be able to finish making it, and looking at it now she felt proud. It wasn't a very big plane, just a single extra seat behind the one at the wheel, but it was still sure to make their Pa happy!
They smile and lean down, picking up the letter and tucking it away in their inventory, before taking out their Warpstone and teleporting to Favela. She visits StarBobby, fixing up two coffees. An iced one for themself, and a hot one. The hot drink warms her hand as she travels back with the Warpstone, almost dropping the drinks in her excitement to get back to the platform their pa calls his ‘house’. They stop to put the drink on the ground momentarily and pull out their sticky notes, scribbling out a quick, ‘Happy Birthday Pa!’ before pulling it off the stack and pasting it on the side of the mug.
They run up the grassy hill, She tries to keep her steps quiet as grass changes to wood, and now she’s running up the spruce steps and hiding a smile at the sight in front of her. Not sparing a glance at the clock sitting on a chest, which is now reading 18:00 (Their pa really does sleep late doesn’t he? ), they walk to the side of the bed, avoiding many trinkets littering the wooden floor, and place the mugs on the same chest as the clock. She tilts her head slightly, thinking for a moment, before growing a mischievous grin on her face.
She reaches out, taking hold of the blanket and pulling it as hard as she can. The result, of course, is a yelp, followed by an annoyed groan, and finally greyed blue-green eyes glaring at her with annoyance. This changes within a second, and the eyes go from glaring, to bright and happy.
“Sunny!” Tubbo greets, sounding far too tired and groggy to be so happy, even with how late in the day it is.
‘Good morning Pa!’ Sunny signs back.
“Good morning lovely Sunny, how are you?” He asks as he sits up. In lieu of an answer, she turns to the chest, picking up the coffee and practically shoving it into his hands. He blinks at it before lifting a hand and taking it, reading the sticky note and looking at her with a soft smile and an undeniably fond look.
“Oh, Sunny, Sunny did you make this for me?” He smiles a bit more, “Did you make this for me princess?”
Sunny nodded. “For you.” They signed. Tubbo audibly awed, cradling the mug and taking a sip of the coffee. Upon just a single sip he smiled wider and gave Sunny yet another fond look.
It was perfect.
Sunny waits for a moment before taking an envelope out of her inventory and holding it out. Tubbo stopped drinking his coffee to take the envelope, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.
”What’s this for?” He asks. They simply watch him with a smile and don't respond. He lets out an exasperated huff of faux annoyance.
“Okay then…” He trails off, pulling at the flap of the envelope to open it and take out the card. There was a leaflet with a stamped azalea neatly taped to the left side, with the right being covered in writing. Both sides are decorated with little doodles, ranging from a crown, to a bouquet of dandelions, to even just stars and dots in the vague shape of constellations, all made in a variety of colours.
‘Dear Pa’
It started,
‘I can't do as much as you can, I can’t give you hundreds of ores and infinite amounts of your favorite food, but I wanted to give you at least something so you know you're as amazing as me! And if I deserve a good birthday then so do you! ’ There was a little arrow pointing from a side note reading, ’And I do, of course.’, and it pointed to the ‘I deserve a good birthday’ bit. ‘So,’ it continued, ‘I decided that since you need a birthday I would do it because my ideas are just perfect!’ he chuckled, that sounded like his daughter, that’s for sure.
As Tubbo’s reading the letter, Sunny takes out another sticky note, scribbling a quick but readable, ‘follow me pa’, holding it out for him to take with just the tips of his fingers, before running off in the direction of the Hole. Tubbo seems to sense this, as he immediately gets up and chases after, but stops short as Sunny holds up her paraglider and jumps off the edge, floating down gracefully. Tubbo takes out his own paraglider, drifting down as well, but arrives at the bottom much sooner than sunny. He applauds when she lands on the glass, resting a hand on her head and ruffling her hair. She pushes his hand away, before taking it in her own and starting to walk off to the far corner of the hole. When they get close enough, Tubbo spots a large structure, running forward to catch up to Sunny.
“Sunny!” Tubbo calls out, “Sunny, little one, what is this? He asks frantically, but as they get closer and closer, he realizes what this is. It’s a plane. Not a model plane, not a build of a plane, this is an actual plane! One you can move! And, and fly!
“Uh, uhhh..” He looked at it in shock for a moment, trying to understand who made it and how it got here, but when he looked over and saw Sunny's expectant look, he understood immediately.
"Sunny this, you made this?!" He questions in disbelief.
She nods her head with a grin. ‘Happy Birthday!” They sign enthusiastically.
“Sunny.” He starts, hesitating. “Princess, how did you do this?”
She takes out a book from her inventory, showing him the cover proudly.
‘Basics in Create, a Simple Guide to Machines and Physics’, it read. She must've taken it out of the library without him seeing it.
‘Or maybe she went there all by herself.’ He thought, quickly pushing the thought away. Sunny knew what was safe, they could be alone for an hour or two, they were responsible enough, right?
“Sunny, that’s amazing! This looks amazing! You! You’re amazing!” He exclaims.
“I know I am.” She signs back, and he smiles at her proudly.
“You really, truly are.” He agrees. He thinks back on all the time they’ve been together. A month ago he would’ve never guessed he’d care about anyone, let alone his new child, this much. He smiles, looking back at the plane.
“What do you say we..go for a little test flight?” Tubbo suggests.
Sunny’s face lights up even more, reflecting his own.
‗ ❍ ‗
The rest of the day is filled with flying around, movies, and coffee into the early morning hours. As Tubbo walked back home, with his daughter sleeping soundly in his arms, he fought off any mobs they came across. He couldn’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d had in a long long time.