Everything is Fine - Reader x Tim Wright

You sit at your kitchen table attempting to feed your nine-month-old son. He sits in his highchair giggling every time he smashes his tiny hands into his mushy food. You sigh and stand up to call over your husband.

"Babe?"

"What's up?" he calls from the couch.

"Can you help me with (c/n). He behaves better when you're the one trying to feed him."

Tim chuckles and steps away from his guitar and enters the kitchen. You stand up and allow him to take your seat. He babbles a few words towards (c/n) who finally stops laughing so Tim could feed him his mush.

"He likes you more I think."

"No, he just likes when I feed him. He actually stops crying at night when you pick him up."

You lightly laugh and admire your beautiful little boy.

"He has your eyes and nose." You tell Tim.

"He has your hair and lips."

(C/n) finishes up the remainder of his food. You grab a wet rag to wipe the leftover mush off your baby's hands and face. Tim picks him up and brings him over to his large blanket that lays in front of the couch before the tv.

"You work tomorrow?" you ask Tim.

"No, I actually have my Saturday off."

It didn't take long after you had left Rosswood to reach a small town in Wisconsin. The two of you also got married in a courtroom just three months after that, nothing special, it's not like you guys would have had anyone to invite. While you never really bothered to find work due to your pregnancy, Tim got a good union job. Since you have reached Wisconsin you haven't heard or seen anything from the creature or anyone else from before.

Tim sits back down on the couch tuning the guitar.

"It's funny I think the last time I played any instruments was just before I killed Alex."

"I haven't heard you mention anything from Marble Hornets since we left."

"Really? How long has it been?"

"We left on June 20th so about a year ago now."

"Do you ever wonder if we could have done anything differently?"

"What do you mean?"

You watch as (c/n) picks up a toy and starts shaking it while giggling.

"I'm not really talking about how we got into the situation but more about the end results. Do you think Jay or Brain could have lived?"

"Maybe but who knows how things could have gone. There's no point in dwelling on the past especially when you can't change it."

(C/n) starts to laugh very loud as you look over to see him pull himself onto the edge allowing him to stand. He lets go of the couch and takes a few steps in your direction.

"Oh my god." you squeal after you witness your son take his first steps, "Tim, go grab the camera."

Tim puts down the guitar and runs towards the bookshelf against the walk. He returns with Jay's old camera with a fresh tape in it and turns it on. You watch as your little (c/n) steps forward hypnotized by the blinking red light.

"(C/n) Jay Wright. It's almost worrying seeing how excited by the camera he is considering who he's partially named after." you laugh.

"Ain't that the truth."

(C/n) goes back down onto the ground to start playing with a toy. Tim turns the camera back off and places the old camera onto the shelf.

"I can't believe that old thing still works."

"I know right" he responds as he sits back down on the couch.

Tim wraps and arms around you and kisses you on the lips. The two of you stare down at your beautiful creation playing with his toys before you. You both smile at one another.

"I was so worried things would go south again even after we got here. I'm so happy that everything turned out to be fine" he mumbles to you under his breath.

He kisses you again.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."