Ｍｏｒｉｂｕｎｄ|| w. afton x reader

♗fAthA? ♗

"Michael! Where are you? We're gonna be late!" Y/N's voice echoed through their small home.

Was Michael playing hide and seek? At a time like this? Y/N shook their head, regretting teaching their son about the game at the tender age of five, because now that was all the young boy wanted to do.

"Do you wanna make a deal Mikey?"

Silence.

Y/N huffed, their hands on their hips.
How was their son so good at hiding?

"Gee, I was really hoping to go get ice cream and then probably go to the park," Y/N feigned sadness in a ploy to get the boy to come out.

"What flavor ice cream?" A quiet voice squeaked.

Y/N looked around, looking for the source of the question.

"Hmm, that's the thing. I can't decide on the best flavor."

"Strawberry," Again, the boy's voice sang. This time Y/N was able to identify where it came from.

Slowly, they crept to the cramped closet where extra bedsheets were stored.
The space was so small, that's why Y/N hadn't even bothered searching it. But now they realized that their willing blindness had cost the parent-child duo time.

Before Y/N's hand had opened the door, out jumped Michael. His arms outstretched in a sort of grab, an attempt at a terrifying expression on his face. It looked more like a half smirk, half smile to his parent but they played along. They displayed fear at their son's jumpscare.

Michael laughed, pleased with the reaction.

Y/N pretended to catch their breath.

"Poppy, are you okay?" The boy cocked his head.

"I'm fine Mikey, just a bit frightened is all," Y/N ruffled their son's hair.

Michael giggled at the interaction.

"So are we getting ice cream?"

"Yep, but we still gotta go meet my friend remember?"

"Your friend?"

"Yeah, don't you remember? His name starts with an 'A'."

"Oh! Mr. Afton!"

Y/N hummed in agreement, standing up straight from their previous position on the floor.

"Are you gonna wear that Mikey?"

Michael looked down at his black striped shirt. Seeing nothing wrong with it, he just nodded.

"So are you ready to leave? We were supposed to meet my friend right now," Y/N glanced at their watch.

"Then let's go! You say that we should always try to be on time!"

Y/N smiled, feeling proud of their parenting.

"Then let's go."

The small family made their way to the car. Michael seemed excited and that made Y/N feel happy. It was hard to find a person who didn't care about kids, so when Y/N met William at the library, they were smitten.

The twenty-eight year old man who had sat at Y/N's table with a handful of philosophy and psychology books was now the same man that they had been in a relationship with for a few months. He seemed so caring and just perfect.

"Alright Mikey, we're here," Y/N looked back at their son. Hopefully the two got together.

Michael gave his parent a smile as he unbuckled his seatbelt by himself.