Today had been a rather calm day in the Afton family, surprisingly. William was working in his locked office per usual, never wanting to get out of there and actually spend time with his family, Micheal was doing something in his room, maybe schoolwork or plotting ways to prank his traumatized little brother, and lastly, Elizabeth was playing with her dollies.

As of now, you were currently in the kitchen to cook for your husband and kids--delicious lagasana with mashed potatoes and roasted brussels sprouts--while your seven-year-old son, Evan was inside his bedroom, supposedly playing with his toys. After a few moments, you hear footsteps rushing towards you, only to reveal the little crybaby.

"Mommy!" Evan yelled as he ran up to your side, hugging your leg. He looked up at you with bright blue irises, a wide smile on his lips.