Mike’s arm tightens around your waist as you try to leave the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, smiling.

Mike had finally scored a stable job and had an off-day. He had to make you stay home for the day with him. Its as if you’re an angel he’s been blessed with. Ever since you two bonded over the reality of losing your youngest sibling to the monster named William Afton, you made his life easier.

You watched Abby when he worked late nights, kept the lights on and food on the table, you are what kept the house together.

“It’s my off-day and you’re trying to leave me?” he chuckles, sleep still in his system. He was still trying to adjust to less chaotic lifestyle. And what’s better than staying in with his girlfriend.