The taste of cherries - [ William Afton x Reader ]

:5: Too much :5:

20 / 3 / 1983

"Its 2am!"

"WHY CANT I SLEEP!",

William groaned as he finally got up, after rolling around in bed for hours. He couldn't fall asleep. Why? William here couldn't stop thinking about you. 

He cant say he hated it but he knew it was wrong. He knew that he still a wife and it was wrong. Not while he was married, he shouldn't think about you.

He got out of bed and walked into his kitchen. His wife, Clara, wasn't in bed nor home as always. She was always either out at the club, at a "friends" house or something similar to that.

It was clear she was cheating on him, but something in him wouldn't allow him to divorce her. He wouldn't be able to as long as Michael and the twins were too young for him to handle on his own.

He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some sink water, too tired and sleepy to care about how dirty sink water actually is, he walked to the couch and sat down with a sigh, closing his eyes and trying to sleep a little more.

Well.. that's what he hoped for. But did he get it? Nuh uh.

Elizabeth started crying. And since Elizabeth was crying, Chris started to cry as well.

That was the wonderful life of a married single father.

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Today as usual you stood by the register, half asleep and pretty much dead inside. You yawned as a bunch of annoying bratty boys shouted and ran out the store after buying some cheap plastic cars.

You swear you were about to fall asleep if not for the crazy grandma from last time didn't bap you in the head with today's newspaper.

"Motherfu-", you were cut of by the lady.

"Language! What kind of lady uses such language, women shouldn't speak like that, bla bla bla.", the women shouted, but you could barely hear her, too deep in your thoughts.

You had noticed William walk into the store with a baby carrier on his chest, two babies in it and Michael running into the store with an excited grin.

The old woman had already walked away, when William came up to you with a tired smile.

"Goodmorning, miss [L/n]" he said with a soft tired smile. His voice was deep and gravelly, not as usual and it might have made your knees weak.

".. hi, [Y/n] is fine.", You mutter.

It wasn't a surprise that you had seen William more often coming to the store you worked in, it was cheaper. and surely it must have been only that, right?

"Would you mind if I hung up these posters?", He sighed, trying to follow with his eyes where Mike was.

Posters?  You stuck out your hand to see the posters. "Babysitter?" You asked.

William nod his head, he was going to say something but got cut off by Michael. "FATHA CAN I HAVE A TOY CAR?" He shouted with no need since he stood right next to his dad.

William rubbed his ear and nodded with a dismissive smile. "As you know I own a diner, so I don't have much time nor mind for these little munchkins..", he motioned at the the little girl and boy in the carrier, sitting quietly with their pacifiers watching you curiously. "So I'm looking for someone to help.",

"oh yeah sure, I don't see why not.", You shrug. "Usually the boss isn't much of a fan of posters, but I'm sure we can stick in an extra one.", Then you it up on the corkboard on the wall by the cash register you stood by.

"Er... are you sure you won't get in trouble for this?", He inquired, not wanting you to get in trouble.

"It should be okay.", you gave him a small smile. "If anything I'll sign up to be the babysitter.", 

And with that you both shared a small laugh and parted ways.

And who knows? Maybe fate will put you in that place.

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