The prompt for this and the next oneshot was given to me by -JustAnEditor- and I'm super thankful!

Though imma let you know Jae, I flipped the jobs around. :P

STORYTIME! 

Logan was gone at work again. He runs an entire company at a 9-5 job, normally working overtime to deal with the incompetent idiots of the word. Virgil and the kids completely understood. Who were their kids? Well, let's do a roll call! First is their sixteen Yes right old NonBinary child named Elliott. Virgil begged Logan to adopt them after they were outcasted by their parents. Then the two have a ten year old boy named Emile and a six year old girl named Dot.

So They are rasing a big family, but Virgil's a stay at home Dad so it's all Gucci. Virgil has his own little music job going for him, writing songs and converting popular songs into sheet music. Elliott is also learning how to sing with Virgil and Emile keeps begging Virgil to teach him how to play ukulele. Virgil used to play the ukulele, but now he plays the big boy music on his acoustic guitar. Dot just sits with them, laughing and clapping her hands. She just likes to help.

So Virgil was cooking lunch for the kids. It's noon and that means it's lunchtime. And by cooking Virgil definately means just making sandwiches because he's a lazy Boi. That's when Dot came downstairs, bored of whatever's her older siblings were doing. She walked up behind her father and tugged on the hem of his hoodie. Virgil turned around after closing the first sammich and saw his daughter there, round gossses and rosy cheeks.

"Hey Papa, Elliott and Emile are fighting over who the cutest one of us is. I said Emile, Elliott said me, and Emile said Elliott. So can you tell us who the cutest one is?"

Virgil went pale. Oh no. Oh no. He can't choose his favorite child! They're all adorable and unique in their own way. Where was Logan when he needed him? Virgil looked over and saw Emile running to the top of the stairs, freezing when he met eyes with Virgil. He out his hand out and stopped his sibling, who was right behind him. Then he looked down at Dot. 

"Why don't we all sit down for lunch? Pops made Sammiches."

"Yay Sammiches! Thanks Papa!"

"Elliott come on!"

"Hey! Slow down!"

All the children rushed to the table like a stampede, drinking the juice that Virgil alresdy had set out. All he needed to do was cut the three Sandwiches in his cutting board into fourths and put them on plates for each child, then get their bag of their favorite chips and get some grapes and/or apples for them. Every meal needs a fruit after all. Then he got them all made on different colored plates, one for each kid in their favorite color.

On the black plate Elliott had some grapes, a bag of cheeto puffs, and a ham n' cheese sammich. Extra mayo because Elliott loves Mayo. On the pink plate Emile had some apple slices, some pretzels, and a turkey BLT. But with no bacon. Emile doesn't like pork or greasy foods. Lastly, on the orange plate, Dot had grapes like Elliot, a bag of lays sour cream and onion, and a roast beef and lettuce sammich with NO mayo. Dot hates mayo. She also hates the name Dottie. Call her Dottie and ya die.

Virgil got the three plates and served them to his wonderful kids. Then he opened the freezer and took a frozen burrito and threw it in the microwave. His kids need to grow up strong and healthy, but he's already grown up to be a fat, weak dissapointment. Honestly he was lucky to be married to the best man in the entire universe. When Virgil finally sat down, the question resurfaced.

"So, who's the cutest of us Papa?"

Virgil sighed and took out his phone, calling Logan's number and putting it on speakerphone. He slid the phone to the middle of the table, hearing it ring. They waited and luckily, Logan actuslly picked up. 

"Hey Hun."

"Virgil? What do you need at a time like this? Did something happen? Are the kids okay? Are they eating lunch right now? They should be getting their nutrition. They aren't begging for fast food again aren't they? Lunchtime is for healthy meals and sandwiches, maybe some chips."

"Logan, the kids have a question. They wanna know who's the cutest of the three."

There was silence on the other line. Elliott was already done with their entire sandwich and working in the fruit. Emile was done with his fruit and chips, saving the best part of the meal for last. He ears perfect bite Tm style and it's funny. And Dot just ate a little bit of everything, smiling and kicking her feet under the table. Virgil just ripped the burrito in half, letting it cool down before he dug in. Logan paused, and finally gave an answer.

"Virgil's the cutest. He's my husband. I'm biased. Now goodbye, children. Listen to your Papa and enjoy your lunch."

"Bye Daddy!"

The three children chorused as Virgil reached for his phone and hung up after whispering an I love you to Logan. He knew that getting phone calls during work made his day. Virgil shoved his phone back into his pocket and then dug into his burrito. He didn't think the conversation would  just die like that, but no. The kids just wouldn't let it go. Especially Emile. He was the fanboy of the family after all.

"So Papa's the cutest of us all! Does that make him a prince?! Elliott! Dot! We have to protect him from the Evil King so he doesn't get cursed! And we can't let him leave us for seven dwarves!"

"Emile, Papa ain't going anywhere. He loves us and everybody loves him."

"But can we at least pretend, Elliott? That sounds like a really fun game Emile came up with! We can play Disney Pretend after lunch! Is that okay Papa?"

Virgil just breathed out a laugh, wiping some sour cream off his lip. Sure, fine, whatever. That could give him some inspiration for a new song. His family always was his inspiration and motivation for everything he ever does. He loves his family more than anything. He'd do anything for these little munchkins he calls his kids. Virgil nodded, deciding to give in to their little game.

"Alright, cuties, but you have to finish your lunch before we can play any games, cool?"

"Yes Papa!"

1050 Words

I had fun with this, but I'm sorry it's so short and horrible.

Advice? Let the people you care for inspire you. Have fun, and let what's important to you motivate you.

Oh, and watch Twisted. It's a beautiful musical by Starkid.

Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Eva