(WOAH A LOT OF REIVIEWA ALREADY!? Okay I'll post this chapter now but don't expect them to come out this quickly, this is just a coincidence okay.)

Sir Sandwich: *I somehow talk in Plushtraps mind and tell him.* "Run Forest run."

(Ok I think I know who or what the mists are not saying anything to possibly spoil anything and does anyone get where I got "Run Forest run." from? Well hope you have a good day/night keep up the good work I love you man. You get what I meant ok.)

Me: "Yeah I know what you mean lol."

dustylee1313: Nightmareception? Springtrap had a nightmare about Vincent getting to his son, and I'm guessing the blue mist is him?

Me: "Not the blue mist."

FXcypressXF: AWW soo cute I am so happy for you Springtrap and Goldie...Who's the PURPLE mist?...OMG!

Me: "You'll find out hehehe."

Mangle6: Awww darn it! Plushtrap just doesn't understand yet how bad the purple mist is!

Me: "He's too young the poor thing."

Neon lololol: the chapter was so small but worth waiting I guess

Me: "…."

Oh, and here's a letter from Professor Kitten:

Dear Springyboo and Goldie bear, I'm sorry for not showing up, a female feline did not get my subtle message of ' NO ', anyway, I also sent you a present, i hope it makes up for my absence.

Sincerely, Professor Kitten.

Present : Plushtrap-in-the-box

Springtrap: "Thanks"

Plushtrap: "Gagaga la baa aa."

"Wahhhh!" Plushtrap cried. Goldie covered his ears with the pillow.

"It's been three hours!" He moaned. Springtrap got up and rocked Plushtrap in his arms.

"Wahhhh!" Springtrap's eyes were saggy and droopy. This has been going on for two months. Plushtrap just won't sleep, they're lucky to get at least three hours of sleep a night.

"Shhh sh." Springtrap said. Goldie stroked Springtrap's back.

"Do you want me to rock him?" Goldie asked.

"Nah, you took last night." Springtrap replied.

(A few hours later)

"Waaaaaahhhhh!" Plushtrap had woken up again. Springtrap and Goldie grunted in frustration.

"I only got half an hours sleep," Goldie said. Springtrap nodded. Springtrap looked at the time, 7:15am.

"I'll take Plushtrap, you get more sleep." Springtrap said, Goldie thanked him and kissed Springtrap. Springtrap picked up his crying son and carried him downstairs.

.

Plushtrap continued to cry as Springtrap changed him.

"You're a vocal one." Springtrap said lazily. Plushtrap's cries died down as he was put back into his pyjamas, they were blue with yellow stars on them. Springtrap warmed up some formula milk and sat on the couch with a hungry baby in his arms.

"Ahh. Wah *gasp* aha wahhh." He cried and sobbed. Springtrap stroked his head and placed the bottle near his lips. When Plushtrap found out his 'food' was there he quickly took it, silencing him. Springtrap gave a sigh of relief as the dreadful cries were muffled by happy gurgles as Plushtrap drank. Springtrap rocked back and forth, Plushtrap let go of the bottle when he finished with a cute little 'pop'. Plushtrap stuck his tongue out, milk slipping off his lips. Springtrap put his face close to Plushtrap so he could see his father. Plushtrap's eyes were like Springtrap's, though Springtrap's were pure grey; Plsuhtrap's were a pale blue. He raised his tiny and felt the fur on Springtrap's muzzle. Springtrap smiled as Plushtrap was experimenting with his senses. Plsuhtrap's expressions changed when he reached fur at different lengths, then he got his fingers tangled in the long strands of fur on Springtrap's cheeks. Springtrap looped him over his shoulder and patted his back. Plushtrap let out a little burp.

"Ah laaa." Plushtrap cooed.

"A ba baba." Springtrap cooed back, Plushtrap froze when he did that. He then smiled.

"A lalala!" Plushtrap said.

"La wa ha ba." Springtrap replied; Plushtrap started laughing.

"I see you've unlocked your father's inner child." Goldie laughed. Springtrap was startled and put a serious face on.

"He's just laughing, isn't that what children do?" He said, he still has a black spot in his heart.

(A few weeks ago.)

"What is wrong with you!?" Goldie yelled; he had pulled Springtrap into the kitchen so Plushtrap couldn't hear them.

"What!?"

"Don't what me! Why would you do that!?"

"Do what!?"

"Why would you ignore our baby when he's crying!?"

"It was giving me a headache!"

"It hurts my head as well but he's a new born! He's crying because he needs us!" Goldie started crying. He sat in the corner with his head in his knees. Springtrap was crying over a bench top.

"Waaaahhh!" Plushtrap cried. Springtrap looked over to Goldie, who was balling his eyes out. Goldie has a hard time hearing when he cries.

(Ten mins later)

Goldie had stopped crying and walked back to their room and gasped. Springtrap was sitting with his back to him, rocking Plushtrap to sleep. Goldie sat next to him.

"Babe?"

"Golds?" Springtrap, Plushtrap in his arms, put his head on Goldie's shoulder.

"I'm *sniff* sorry." Springtrap cried softly. Goldie took Plushtrap from Springtrap and put him in his cot. He turned around and saw Springtrap face first on the pillow crying. Goldie's heart broke hard. He hasn't seen Springtrap so broken since he revealed his past about Salvage.

"I'm *sniff* S-s-sorry! *sniff* I'm s-so sorry my l-love *sniff* my son *sniff* I-I…" Springtrap cried into the pillow. Goldie sat down and stroked his back. Springtrap's breath hitched when he felt Goldie's hand. He looked up, Goldie looking at him with worry. Goldie made Springtrap roll on his side so he could wipe away his tears. Springtrap just stared at him, sniffing and small chokes of sobs. Goldie cupped his face.

"It's okay." He said.

"No it's not. You're right, he's a baby. He needed me at that time while you were busy." Springtrap said.

"And you were able to see where you went wrong instead of feeling sorry for yourself. You'll be a great dad." Goldie said; he kissed Springtrap.

"How did I get so lucky to have a husband like you, and a son like Plushtrap?" Springtrap said.

"I can say the same." Goldie said. He unbuttoned Springtrap's vest and took it off.

"Golds?" Springtrap was confused.

"He's asleep; I'm taking advantage of that by going to sleep early." Goldie said; Springtrap smiled. He took of Goldie's shirt and pulled him close.

"I love you." Springtrap whispered. Goldie lay down with his head on Springtrap's chest.

"I love you too. I love you so much." Goldie said. He felt Springtrap's heart throb. It was beating fast and loud. He placed his right hand on Springtrap's chest, feeling the mangy fur and big heart beneath beat.

"It still hurts." Springtrap whispered.

"I know." Goldie replied. He knew what Springtrap meant.

(Present)

Goldie smiled and laughed as Springtrap tried to resist the urge to coo at his son.

"Ah laaaa." Plushtrap cooed. Goldie sat next to them and cooed back.

"La baba aaa." Goldie gibbered. Springtrap felt Goldie grab his hand and hold it. Then Plushtrap put his tiny hand on Springtrap's and Goldie's. Springtrap and Goldie nuzzled noses.

"Raising a child is hard." Springtrap said.

"But he's worth it; I cannot wait until he's older. We can start doing family outings." Goldie said. Springtrap smiled at the thought.

He and Goldie decided on having pancakes for breakfast.

(Now I'm serious about the post rate, some will take longer than others because I really want this story to be one to remember. Let me know what you think, later mates!)