it was 1991, a perfect time. Your husband's business was booming. Freddy Fazbears was wonderful.

Tonight was late, already 1 AM. Vanessa, Micheal, and Evan, you and Steve's children, were already to bed hours earlier. You laid with Steve, holding him close in bed. He was tired. You were both in nothing but robes and also shorts. You both were still up, light on as you two just snuggled. It was a quiet night.

Steve pet your hair as he looked down at you, smiling softly as he snuggled close to you. Tonight was perfect.