Fallout: Saint's harvest

Prologue

It was late October when Mckayla sat in the living room of her family home.

"Y/n, breakfast is ready!" McKayla cried.

Y/n got up excitedly and ran into the kitchen and crashed into his mom's legs with an "oof".

McKayla raised an eyebrow. "Now, Y/n. What did I tell you about running in the house?"

"Not to do it?" Y/n asked.

McKayla nodded. "Not to do it."

"Sorry, mama. I just got excited."

Mckayla smiled warmly and picked her son up after bringing him to the counter.

"Alright time to wash your hands."

Y/n reaches under the faucet before his mother turns the knob, activating the sink faucet. After putting soap on her son's hands, McKayla watched Y/n rub the soap around, latheri g his hands up. Her ears perk up before she turns around to see her husband, Mike.

"Da-darn...I thought I had you this time."

Mckayla "I heard before you even entered the room. Nice to see you up so early, honey."

Mike smiled, kissing his wife on the lips. "Thanks, you too. Ooh, you made coffee?"

McKayla placed Y/n on the floor and gave him a plate of pop tarts before he ran off and climbed onto a chair.

Mckayla: "The best Folgers can offer, and yes, it tastes a lot better when made with love."

Y/n gave his parents a disgusted expression. "Ew."

Mckayla smiled and turned to her oldest.. "Oh shush, eat your pop tarts."

Y/n ignored his mother's comment and began to consume his pop tarts.

Mike takes a sip of his coffee and says, "this is really good babe."

Mckayla smirks. "See? Told you."

Upon finishing his pop tarts and morning apple, Y/n runs to Shaun's room.

Mckayla watches her son rush to his little brother's bedroom. "He really loves Shaun."

Mike smirks. "I guess we raised him well. Now, how about we go to the bedroom?"

Mckayla playfully punched her husband's shoulder. "No! Not while Y/n is awake."

Mike chuckled.. "Don't worry, okay? I know you'll be great at the Veteran's Hall tonight. As long as you keep everyone's attention with that smile, we'll be out of everyone's hair."

Mckayla shook her head. "Thanks, hon. Wait, what brought this on? Aren't you coming?"

Mckayla turns to the front door when she hears a knock. She turned to Mike who shrugged. "It's probably that Vault-Tec rep again. I swear I'll bash his face this time."

Mckayla smiled.. "And that's why I win our arguments. Let me talk to him okay?"

Mike huffs. "Fine."

Mckayla walks toward the door and pulls it open.

A man in a khaki suit smiled whilst holding a clipboard."Good morning ma'am! how are you today?"

Mckayla raised an eyebrow and tried to sound cordial. "Fine I guess."

The rep clears his throat and says, "you can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you, I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you."

Mckayla leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms. "Alright, spill it."

"Right, straight to the point. I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local vault, Vault 111."