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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Afton household, casting golden rays across the bedroom where Michael and Charlie lay peacefully intertwined. Michael stirred first, a content smile spreading across his face as he remembered—today was his day off. No workshop duties, no engineering problems to solve, just pure, uninterrupted time with his family.

He turned to admire his sleeping wife, Charlie, her auburn hair splayed across the pillow like silk threads. Even after all these years together, from childhood friends to married couple, she still took his breath away. Unable to resist, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her cheek, working his way down to her lips.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, immediately brightening when she saw her husband's mischievous grin. "Good morning, troublemaker," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, beautiful," Michael replied, pulling her closer and nuzzling into her neck. "I was thinking we could have some... fun this morning. The girls won't be up for another hour at least."

Charlie melted into his embrace, returning his kisses with equal fervor. For several blissful minutes, they lost themselves in each other's warmth, soft murmurs and gentle laughter filling the quiet room. Michael's hands traced familiar patterns along her back while she ran her fingers through his dark hair, both of them savoring these precious moments of intimacy.

But suddenly, Charlie's eyes went wide, and she practically launched herself out of bed, startling Michael. "Oh no! Michael, what time is it?"

"Uh..." Michael squinted at the clock on the nightstand, his romantic mood thoroughly interrupted. "Eight-thirty. Why? What's wrong?"

"The family meeting!" Charlie exclaimed, frantically searching for her robe. "We completely forgot about the family meeting today! Everyone's coming over at noon, and we haven't prepared anything!"

Michael groaned, flopping back onto the pillows dramatically. "Charlie, love, it's just family. Dad probably hasn't even gotten out of bed yet—you know he's not a morning person on weekends. And Uncle Henry will understand if we're not perfectly prepared."

But Charlie was already in full preparation mode, tying her robe and heading for the door. "Michael Afton, your entire family is coming over, plus my family, plus Fritz. That's eleven people! We need to clean, we need to cook, we need to make sure the girls are ready..." She paused in the doorway, giving him a look that was both pleading and determined. "Please? I just want everything to be perfect."

Michael couldn't resist that look—he never could. With an exaggerated sigh and a grin, he rolled out of bed and pulled on his pajama pants. "Alright, alright. But you owe me for interrupting our morning plans."

Charlie's worried expression melted into a grateful smile, and she rushed back to give him a quick but heartfelt kiss. "I love you. And I promise I'll make it up to you later."

"I'm holding you to that, Mrs. Afton."

They made their way downstairs to find their seven-year-old twins, Tina and Chloe, already awake and sitting at the kitchen table in their matching unicorn pajamas. The girls were identical in almost every way—the same chestnut hair as their mother, the same bright blue eyes as their father, the same mischievous grin that ran in the Afton bloodline.

"Daddy!" Chloe exclaimed, bouncing in her chair. "Can we have pancakes? Pleeeease?"

"Yeah, pancakes!" Tina chimed in, though she was more focused on the coloring book spread out in front of her. "The really fluffy ones like Grandpa William makes!"

Michael chuckled, ruffling both girls' hair as he passed. "Sorry, sweethearts, but we need to get ready for the family meeting today. How about some quick cereal and then you can help Mommy and Daddy clean up the house?"

Both girls groaned in perfect unison, a talent they'd inherited from spending so much time together. But Charlie knelt down between their chairs, her voice taking on that special gentle tone she used when she needed their cooperation.

"I know it's not as fun as pancakes, but everyone's coming over today—Grandpa William and Grandma Clara, Uncle Evan and Aunt Cassidy with Richard, Uncle Samuel and Aunt Elizabeth, and even Fritz. Don't you want the house to look nice for everyone?"

The mention of their five-year-old cousin Richard immediately perked up both girls. They adored their younger cousin, treating him like a little brother and delighting in teaching him games and tricks.

"Is Richard bringing his dinosaur collection?" Tina asked excitedly.

"Can we show him our new dollhouse?" Chloe added.

"I'm sure he'd love to see both," Charlie assured them. "But first, let's get you two fed and ready for the day."

The next hour passed in a whirlwind of activity. Michael helped the girls with their morning routines while Charlie started a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done. Breakfast was a quick affair of cereal and orange juice, followed by the girls getting dressed in matching floral dresses that Clara had bought them for Easter.

While Charlie started tidying the living room, Michael handled the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and wiping down counters. The twins, surprisingly helpful when properly motivated, gathered their toys from around the house and organized them in their room.

"Daddy," Tina said, appearing at Michael's elbow as he finished mopping the kitchen floor, "why do we have family meetings anyway?"

Michael paused, considering how to explain it to a seven-year-old. "Well, sweetheart, sometimes it's nice for everyone to get together just to spend time with each other. To catch up on what everyone's been doing, share good news, just... enjoy being a family."

"Like when Uncle Evan tells those funny stories about work?" Chloe had joined them, her arms full of stuffed animals she was relocating.

"Exactly like that," Michael grinned. "And when Grandpa William tells his terrible jokes that make everyone groan."

"I like Grandpa's jokes," Tina declared loyally. "They're funny because they're so bad."

"That's the point, little one. That's definitely the point."

Across town, in the cozy two-story home that Evan and Cassidy had bought shortly after their wedding, a different kind of morning preparation was underway. The living room coffee table had been cleared of its usual magazines and decorative bowl, replaced instead with the colorful board of "Candy Land" and three sets of playing pieces.

Evan sat cross-legged on the carpet, his slightly brown hair still messy from sleep, wearing a comfortable sweater and jeans. At twenty-five, he had grown into a quiet confidence that his childhood self would have never imagined possible. The stammering, anxious boy had been replaced by a thoughtful, gentle man who could hold his own in business meetings and family discussions alike.

Across from him sat his wife Cassidy, her dark hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, competitive fire burning in her dark eyes as she studied the board. She'd always been the more determined of the two, the one who pushed boundaries and refused to back down from challenges. Marriage and motherhood had softened some of her sharper edges, but her core spirit remained unchanged.

Between them, bouncing excitedly on his knees, was five-year-old Richard. He had his father's hair colour but his mother's determined chin, and right now he was practically vibrating with excitement as he moved his blue game piece forward on the board.

"Yes! I got Princess Lolly!" Richard shouted, pumping his small fist in the air. "That means I skip ahead!"

Cassidy groaned dramatically, flopping backward onto the carpet. "How does he keep getting the good cards? This is rigged!"

"It's called luck, darling," Evan said with a gentle smile, reaching over to draw a card from the deck. "And apparently our son has inherited quite a bit of it." He looked at his card and winced. "Plumpy. Back to the beginning for me."

"Ha! Daddy's losing too!" Richard giggled, clapping his hands together. "Mommy, you're not gonna win either!"

"Oh, is that what you think?" Cassidy sat up, her eyes narrowing in mock threat. "Just wait until I get Queen Frostine. Then we'll see who's laughing."

But luck was not on Cassidy's side. Twenty minutes later, Richard was doing a victory dance around the living room while both parents sat on the carpet, shaking their heads in amused defeat.

"I won! I won! I beat both Mommy and Daddy!" Richard sang, spinning in circles with his arms outstretched.

"You sure did, buddy," Evan laughed, starting to pack up the game pieces. "You're getting really good at this game."

"That's because I'm gonna be five and three-quarters next month!" Richard announced proudly. "That's almost six!"

"Math genius over here," Cassidy muttered, but she was smiling fondly as she watched her son's celebration dance.

Richard suddenly stopped spinning and struck a dramatic pose, pointing at his defeated parents. "And that's what you get for challenging the Richard-meister!"

The term was so unexpectedly ridiculous that Evan burst out laughing. "The Richard-meister? Where did that come from?"

"I made it up!" Richard grinned proudly. "Because I'm the meister of winning!"

"Oh, you're the meister of winning, are you?" Evan asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well then, Mr. Richard-meister, what does that make us?"

Richard considered this seriously for a moment, then declared, "You're the... the lose-ers!"

"Lose-ers?" Cassidy raised an eyebrow. "Not even losers. Lose-ers."

"Yeah! Because you losed the game!"

The grammatical creativity was too much for Evan. He started laughing again, and the sound was so warm and infectious that Cassidy felt her heart melt completely. This was her favorite version of her husband—relaxed, playful, genuinely happy. The worried, anxious boy she'd grown up with still existed somewhere inside him, but moments like these proved how far he'd come.

Unable to resist, she reached over and pulled both her boys into a group hug, Richard squealing with delight as he was sandwiched between his parents.

"Alright, alright," Cassidy said finally, releasing them both. "The Richard-meister has thoroughly defeated us. But now we need to get ready for the family meeting at Uncle Michael's house."

"Are Tina and Chloe gonna be there?" Richard asked eagerly. His twin cousins were his favorite playmates, despite the two-year age gap.

"Of course they are," Evan confirmed, getting to his feet and offering Cassidy a hand up. "And Grandpa William will probably have some new terrible jokes to tell."

"And Aunt Elizabeth might let me feel the baby in her tummy!" Richard added, his eyes wide with excitement.

"She might," Cassidy agreed, smoothing down his hair. "But remember, we have to be very gentle, okay? The baby is still growing."

"I know, I know. I'll be super careful." Richard paused thoughtfully. "Do you think it's gonna be a boy baby or a girl baby?"

Evan and Cassidy exchanged glances. They had been wondering the same thing, though they hadn't wanted to pry. Elizabeth and Samuel had been keeping the gender a surprise, claiming they wanted to be surprised at the birth.

"We'll find out when the baby is born," Evan said diplomatically. "But either way, you're going to be a wonderful big cousin."

"The best cousin ever!" Richard declared, then paused. "Well, after Tina and Chloe. But I'll be the best boy cousin!"

As they headed upstairs to get ready for the day, Cassidy caught Evan's hand, squeezing it gently. These quiet family moments were precious to her—the lazy morning games, Richard's innocent excitement about everything, the easy laughter that filled their home. She'd grown up in a house where love was complicated and sometimes painful, but here, with Evan and Richard, love was simple and pure.

Several miles away, in the waiting room of Dr. Martinez's obstetrics office, Samuel and Elizabeth sat side by side, hands intertwined, both trying to contain their nervous excitement. This was their twenty-week appointment, the one they'd been anticipating for months.

Samuel checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. At twenty-eight, he had inherited his father Henry's tendency toward punctuality and organization, but also his quiet intensity when it came to the things that mattered most. His dark hair was neatly combed, his button-down shirt crisp despite the early hour, and his free hand drummed a nervous rhythm against his knee.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, was practically glowing. At four months pregnant, she'd just started to show, and she kept unconsciously placing her hand over the small bump beneath her flowing blue dress. Her red hair was pulled back in a loose braid, and her green eyes sparkled with anticipation. She'd been looking forward to this appointment for weeks.

"Mrs. Emily?" A nurse appeared at the waiting room door, clipboard in hand. "Dr. Martinez is ready for you."

Samuel squeezed Elizabeth's hand as they stood. "You ready for this?"

"I've been ready since the moment we found out," Elizabeth replied, though her voice carried just a hint of nerves. "I just... I hope everything's okay."

"Everything's going to be perfect," Samuel assured her, though privately he was just as anxious. They'd been trying for a baby for over a year, and when Elizabeth had finally gotten pregnant, both of them had been almost afraid to believe it was real.

Dr. Martinez's office was warm and welcoming, with soft lighting and cheerful artwork on the walls. The doctor herself was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a reassuring manner that had put them at ease from their very first appointment.

"Good morning, you two," Dr. Martinez smiled as they settled into the examination room. "How are we feeling today, Elizabeth?"

"Excited," Elizabeth said honestly. "A little nervous, but mostly just excited to see the baby again."

"That's perfectly normal," the doctor assured her. "Let's get you comfortable on the table, and we'll take a look at how your little one is doing."

The next few minutes passed in a blur of preparation—Elizabeth lifting her dress to expose her belly, the cool gel being applied, the ultrasound wand being positioned just so. And then, suddenly, there it was on the screen: their baby, much more developed than at their last appointment, clearly recognizable as a tiny human being.

Elizabeth gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth. Samuel felt his breath catch in his throat. Even though they'd seen ultrasounds before, this one was different. This one looked like a real baby.

"Oh my goodness," Elizabeth whispered, tears immediately springing to her eyes. "Look at him... or her... Samuel, look!"

"I'm looking," Samuel managed, his voice thick with emotion. "That's... that's our baby."

Dr. Martinez smiled at their reaction—she never got tired of seeing new parents experience this moment. "The baby is developing beautifully," she said, moving the wand to get different angles. "All the measurements look perfect. Growth is right on track. Heart rate is strong and steady."

She paused, adjusting the image on the screen. "Now, I know you two said you wanted to know the gender..."

"Yes!" Elizabeth said quickly, then looked at Samuel for confirmation. "We do, right?"

"Absolutely," Samuel nodded, leaning closer to the screen. "We've been dying to know."

Dr. Martinez smiled and adjusted the ultrasound wand slightly. "Well, congratulations. You're having a boy."

The silence in the room lasted exactly three seconds before Elizabeth let out a sob of pure joy. "A boy! Samuel, we're having a boy!"

Samuel felt tears spring to his own eyes as he leaned down to kiss his wife's forehead. "A son," he whispered in amazement. "We're going to have a son."

But Elizabeth's emotional response was stronger than either of them had expected. The tears turned into full-blown weeping, her shoulders shaking as months of anticipation, hope, and overwhelming love crashed over her all at once.

"Elizabeth, honey," Samuel said gently, rubbing her shoulder. "It's okay. You don't need to react so strongly. Everything's perfect."

"I know," Elizabeth managed between sobs. "I'm just... I'm so happy. I can't believe he's real. I can't believe we're really going to be parents."

Dr. Martinez handed her a box of tissues, her expression understanding. "Emotional reactions are completely normal at this stage," she assured them. "The hormones, the reality of seeing the baby looking so developed—it can be overwhelming."

Elizabeth took several deep breaths, gradually getting her tears under control. Samuel continued rubbing her back, murmuring soft reassurances. Finally, she turned to look at him, her face radiant despite the tears.

"I love you," she said simply. "And I love our son."

"I love you both," Samuel replied, leaning down to kiss her properly. "More than I ever thought possible."

Dr. Martinez printed out several copies of the ultrasound images, pointing out various features of their developing son. They scheduled their next appointment, received information about upcoming tests and preparations, and finally found themselves back in the parking lot, both still slightly dazed by the morning's revelations.

"A boy," Elizabeth said wonderfully, staring down at the ultrasound picture in her hands.

"A boy," Samuel agreed, unlocking their car. "What should we name him?"

"I don't know yet," Elizabeth admitted. "But we have time to figure it out." She looked up at her husband, her eyes bright with excitement. "Should we head straight to your dad's house? Everyone's going to want to see the pictures."

Samuel checked his watch. It was just past eleven—perfect timing to arrive at the Afton house just as everyone else was gathering. "Let's go share the good news with the family."

As they drove through Hurricane's quiet streets, Elizabeth kept glancing down at the ultrasound photos, a soft smile playing at her lips. In just five short months, their family would be complete. The thought filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the Utah sunshine streaming through the car windows.

By eleven-thirty, the Afton household was buzzing with activity. Michael and Charlie had managed to transform their home from its usual comfortable lived-in state to something approaching magazine-worthy, though Charlie was still fretting over small details that no one else would notice.

"Does the coffee table look centered to you?" she asked Michael for the third time, standing in the living room with her hands on her hips.

"It looks perfect, love," Michael assured her, carrying a tray of glasses from the kitchen. "Just like it did five minutes ago."

Tina and Chloe had been stationed as official greeters, both girls practically vibrating with excitement as they waited by the front window for the first car to arrive. They'd changed out of their matching dresses into more practical play clothes, knowing that once Richard arrived, they'd likely spend most of the afternoon running around the backyard.

"I see a car!" Chloe announced, pressing her nose against the glass. "It's Uncle Evan's!"

Sure enough, Evan's sensible sedan was pulling into the driveway, and the girls could see Richard bouncing around in the backseat like a pinball. The moment the car stopped, Richard was out and running toward the house, Evan and Cassidy following at a more leisurely pace.

Michael opened the front door just as Richard reached the porch, and the five-year-old launched himself into his uncle's arms with typical enthusiasm.

"Uncle Mike! Uncle Mike! I won Candy Land this morning! I beat both Mommy and Daddy!"

"Did you now?" Michael grinned, swinging Richard around once before setting him down. "And what did you do with your defeated opponents?"

"I called them lose-ers!" Richard announced proudly, then immediately ran to hug Charlie and the twins.

Evan and Cassidy approached more sedately, both smiling at their son's enthusiasm. Evan was carrying a covered dish that smelled distinctly of Cassidy's famous chocolate chip cookies, while Cassidy had a small gift bag that undoubtedly contained something for the twins.

"Sorry we're a few minutes early," Evan said, giving Michael a quick hug. "Someone was too excited to wait any longer."

"No problem at all," Charlie assured them, hugging Cassidy warmly. "We're just happy you're here."

As they settled into the living room, more cars began arriving in quick succession. Fritz pulled up in his practical pickup truck, emerging with his characteristic easy smile and a case of soda tucked under one arm. Despite being in his late twenties and holding a position of responsibility at Fazbear Entertainment, Fritz had never lost his boyish enthusiasm for family gatherings.

"The party has officially arrived!" he announced, causing all three children to cheer and rush to greet him.

He was followed shortly by William and Clara, who arrived in William's newest pride and joy—a restored 1967 Mustang that he'd been working on in his spare time. William emerged from the driver's side looking unusually relaxed for a Sunday, his typically perfect business attire replaced by casual slacks and a polo shirt. Clara appeared from the passenger side carrying what looked like enough food to feed a small army.

"Dad, you didn't need to bring half of Mom's kitchen," Michael laughed, moving to help with the various containers and dishes.

"Nonsense," William replied with a grin that immediately put everyone on alert—that was his 'dad joke incoming' expression. "You know what they say about family gatherings. They're like British weather—you never know what you're going to get, so you better come prepared!"

The collective groan from the assembled family members was immediate and unanimous, which only made William's grin wider.

"That wasn't even a real joke, Dad," Michael protested. "That was just... weather commentary with a setup."

"The day is young, son," William replied ominously. "The day is young."

Clara just shook her head fondly at her husband's antics and began organizing the food she'd brought with Charlie's help. "I made that casserole you like," she told Michael quietly, "and those dinner rolls that the girls are always asking for."

"Mom, you're an angel," Michael said gratefully, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

The final arrivals were Henry and Dorothy, Henry carrying a small bouquet of flowers from their garden and Dorothy bringing her legendary apple pie. Henry looked exactly like the gentle, thoughtful man he'd always been, though there was an extra spring in his step today—he'd been looking forward to this gathering all week.

"Sorry we're the last ones," Henry said, though he didn't look particularly sorry. "Dorothy insisted on waiting for the pie to cool completely."

"And it's a good thing I did," Dorothy replied with mock severity, "or we would have arrived with apple filling all over the car."

As everyone settled into the living room and kitchen area, the noise level increased exponentially. The children immediately began planning their afternoon activities, the adults fell into easy conversation, and the overall atmosphere became warm and chaotic in the way that only large family gatherings can achieve.

Samuel and Elizabeth were the last to arrive, and their entrance caused an immediate stir. Elizabeth practically glowed as she walked through the front door, and Samuel couldn't stop smiling. They exchanged quick greetings with everyone, but it was obvious they had news to share.

"Alright," William said, settling into his favorite chair with a cup of coffee, "everyone's here, everyone's fed, and I can tell someone has something important to tell us. Elizabeth, my dear, you look like you're about to burst."

Elizabeth laughed, unconsciously placing her hand over her belly. "We just came from the doctor," she began, her voice bubbling with excitement.

"And?" Clara prompted gently, though her knowing smile suggested she'd already guessed what kind of news was coming.

Samuel pulled the ultrasound photos from his jacket pocket, his own excitement barely contained. "We found out what we're having."

The room went completely quiet for exactly two seconds before everyone started talking at once.

"Oh my goodness!" Charlie exclaimed.

"What is it?" Cassidy demanded.

"Show us the pictures!" Dorothy added.

Elizabeth held up one of the ultrasound photos like a trophy. "It's a boy!"

The explosion of congratulations and excitement that followed was immediate and overwhelming. Clara immediately began crying happy tears, Henry clapped Samuel on the back repeatedly, and Michael and Evan both started talking about how great it would be to have another boy in the family.

The children were equally excited, though their focus was more practical.

"Does this mean I'll have a boy cousin to play with?" Richard asked seriously.

"Of course it does," Elizabeth laughed, kneeling down to his level. "And you can teach him all sorts of things when he gets bigger."

"Like how to win Candy Land!" Richard declared proudly.

"Among other things," Samuel agreed, ruffling his nephew's hair.

As the ultrasound photos were passed around and examined by everyone, the conversation naturally turned to baby names, potential due dates, and nursery preparations. Elizabeth found herself surrounded by excited women offering advice and sharing stories, while Samuel was pulled into a corner by the men who seemed determined to share every piece of fatherhood wisdom they'd accumulated.

Fritz, meanwhile, appointed himself as the official photographer of the moment, using his phone to capture candid shots of everyone's reactions. "This is definitely going in the family album," he declared.

The afternoon proceeded in a blur of conversation, laughter, and the comfortable chaos that comes with putting eleven people in one house. The children played an elaborate game of hide-and-seek that somehow involved half the adults as either hiding spots or seekers. Clara and Dorothy spent a considerable amount of time discussing baby preparation strategies with Elizabeth, while Charlie mostly listened and took mental notes for future reference.

The men gravitated toward the back patio, where William had set up his new grill and was determined to demonstrate his latest culinary experiments. This led to a lengthy discussion about barbecue techniques, which somehow evolved into a debate about the relative merits of different pizza toppings, which eventually circled back to Fazbear Entertainment business matters.

"You know," Henry said thoughtfully, watching Richard chase the twins around the backyard, "seeing all these children together makes me think we're doing something right with the family business."

"How do you mean?" Evan asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, look at them," Henry gestured toward the playing children. "They're happy, they're safe, they're growing up in a world where Fazbear Entertainment means fun and family time, not... well, not anything darker."

It was an oblique reference to some of the horror stories they'd heard from other entertainment companies—accidents, lawsuits, the occasional scandal that made headlines. But Fazbear Entertainment, under the joint leadership of William and Henry, had maintained its reputation as a wholesome family business.

"Speaking of which," William said, his eyes taking on a mischievous gleam, "I have a little surprise for everyone."

Michael immediately looked suspicious. "Dad, what did you do?"

"Nothing dangerous!" William protested. "Just a little... entertainment for the afternoon."

He disappeared into the house, returning a few minutes later with Henry, both of them carrying what appeared to be costume pieces. The assembled family watched with growing curiosity and mild alarm as the two men began putting on what were clearly animatronic heads and partial costumes.

"Oh no," Michael groaned, recognizing the familiar golden bear and green rabbit designs. "Dad, please tell me you didn't bring Fredbear and Spring Bonnie costumes to a family gathering."

"Not Spring Bonnie," William corrected, adjusting the rabbit head carefully. "This is Joyful Bonnie   , the newer model. Much safer design, I assure you. And yes, these are the newer, lighter versions we developed for promotional appearances."

Henry, now wearing the Fredbear costume head, somehow managed to look both dignified and ridiculous at the same time. "We thought the children might enjoy a little show," his voice came muffled through the costume.

The children's reaction was immediate and electric. All three of them began jumping up and down with excitement, Richard actually squealing with delight at the appearance of the beloved mascots.

"Fredbear! Joyful Bonnie!" Tina and Chloe chanted in unison, rushing toward their costumed grandfather and great-uncle.

What followed was perhaps the most surreal ten minutes of entertainment any of them had ever witnessed. William and Henry, despite being in their fifties and wearing bulky costume pieces, managed to put on an impromptu performance that had all three children absolutely mesmerized. They acted out a simple story about Fredbear and Joyful Bonnie planning a birthday party, complete with exaggerated gestures, silly voices, and physical comedy that had even the adults laughing despite themselves.

Fritz, ever the documentarian, captured the entire performance on video, narrating under his breath about how this footage would definitely be used for blackmail purposes at some future family gathering.

The show concluded with Fredbear and Joyful Bonnie teaching the children a simple dance, which quickly devolved into chaos as all three kids tried to copy the movements while giggling uncontrollably. By the end, everyone was laughing, the children were exhausted from excitement, and William and Henry were looking rather warm inside their costume pieces.

"And that," William announced as he removed the Joyful Bonnie head, his hair disheveled and his face slightly red, "is how you entertain children properly."

"That was amazing!" Richard declared, throwing his arms around Henry's legs. "Can you do it again?"

"Maybe next time, buddy," Henry laughed, carefully removing the Fredbear head. "These costumes are warmer than they look."

As the afternoon wound down and people began gathering their belongings, the atmosphere was one of complete contentment. The children were tired but happy, still chattering about the impromptu show. The adults were relaxed and satisfied, having spent quality time catching up with each other and celebrating the new addition coming to the family.

Elizabeth found herself sitting on the porch swing with Samuel, watching as everyone said their goodbyes and loaded into cars. Her hand rested on her belly, and she had a peaceful smile on her face.

"This is what I want," she said quietly to her husband. "This kind of family for our son. This kind of love and support and... silliness."

Samuel followed her gaze, watching as William helped the twins into their car seats while doing voices for some imaginary characters, making them giggle one last time. "He's going to have all of that and more," Samuel assured her. "Look at this family we're part of. Look at how much love there is here."

Evan and Cassidy were the last to leave, Richard having fallen asleep in the car and needing to be carefully transferred without waking him. As Evan buckled his son into the car seat, Cassidy hugged Charlie goodbye.

"This was perfect," she said quietly. "Exactly what we all needed."

"It really was," Charlie agreed. "We should do this more often."

"Definitely. And next time, I'm bringing my camera to get better pictures of whatever insanity your father-in-law comes up with."

As the final car pulled out of the driveway, Michael and Charlie found themselves alone on their front porch, watching the taillights disappear down the street. The twins had gone upstairs to their room, exhausted but happy, chattering quietly to each other about the day's events.

"So," Michael said, wrapping his arms around his wife from behind, "was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Charlie leaned back against his chest, feeling completely content. "It was perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Even the part where my dad dressed up like a giant rabbit and performed interpretive dance for the children?"

"Especially that part," Charlie laughed. "That's going to be a story we tell for years."

Michael kissed the top of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. "I love our family," he said quietly. "All of them. The crazy ones, the quiet ones, the ones who win board games and the ones who lose gracefully."

"Don't forget the ones who are on the way," Charlie added, thinking of Elizabeth's glowing face as she showed off the ultrasound photos.

"Definitely not forgetting those," Michael agreed. "This family just keeps getting better."

As they stood there in the gathering dusk, listening to the quiet sounds of their neighborhood settling down for the evening, both of them felt the deep satisfaction that comes from being exactly where you belong, with exactly the right people, at exactly the right moment in life.

Inside the house, Tina and Chloe had finally settled down enough to get ready for bed, though they were still processing the excitement of the day.

"Do you think our baby cousin will like dinosaurs like Richard does?" Tina asked as she brushed her teeth.

"Maybe," Chloe replied thoughtfully. "Or maybe he'll like dollhouses like us."

"Boys don't usually like dollhouses," Tina pointed out practically.

"Richard likes our dollhouse," Chloe countered. "He always wants to play house when he comes over."

"That's true. Maybe our baby cousin will like both dinosaurs and dollhouses."

"That would be perfect," Chloe agreed sleepily. "Then we can all play together."

And as the Afton household settled down for the night, everyone carrying with them the warm glow of a day well spent with the people they loved most, it seemed like that perfect future was not only possible, but inevitable.

This was a family that had chosen love over fear, togetherness over isolation, and joy over sorrow. And that choice, made daily in small moments and grand gestures alike, had created something beautiful and lasting—a legacy of happiness that would continue to grow with each new generation.

The End