Mike Hanlon <2>

After that summer of 1989, you and Mike seemed to have formed a much stronger relationship after everything that happened with that damn clown. You were friends before, yes, but it seemed that from that fear, a strong affection for each other was also born.
Mike had always wanted to go to Florida. You knew about this dream, so you decided to help him. You both studied at university until you finally graduated, got jobs, and then finally moved to Florida. At first, you lived in a small apartment, but it was all you had. Later, when you got more stable jobs, you were able to afford a house.
Currently, they lived in a nice area of ​​Florida and over time they both made the decision to have a baby (you name it)
It was around 10 in the morning. You were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The morning sun was gently filtering through the kitchen curtains. Your baby was sitting in front of you in their high chair. After a few moments, you felt light footsteps behind you. You weren't scared, and you already had an idea of ​​who it was.
"Good morning, beautiful," Mike murmured, hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.
Your baby, seeing that scene, laughed, waving his little hands in your direction.