San Francisco, California
July 10, 2002
7:02 a.m.
Marty McFly poured a mug of coffee for himself and added a few teaspoons of sugar. He poured another for his wife and brought it to her at the kitchen table.
Marty kissed the top of Jennifer's head as she put down her newspaper and took the mug. "Thanks, babe."
"Anything for you, Jen," he smirked. "You're off at six tonight, right?"
Jennifer answered with a nod and a quick "mmhmm" as she sipped her coffee.
Marty continued, "Great. I'll meet you guys at the club at eight. I can't wait to see her face!"
The McFly's relocated to the Bay Area about six years earlier when Marty's music career started taking off. He wasn't a huge rockstar like he always wanted to be, but his skills got him some solid work as a session guitarist and pretty soon he was opening his own studio for local musicians. He got to make music for living and still played plenty of gigs around the city when he could.
Jennifer found her calling in real-estate and was quite successful. The houses basically sold themselves as more and more people moved to the city every year. She even helped find Marty his cozy little recording studio.
Jennifer was so proud of Marty for all that he'd accomplished - all that they'd accomplished over the years. No matter what life threw at them, they knew they had to end up happier than the versions of themselves they'd seen when Doc brought them into 2015. Jennifer never forgot what Doctor Brown told her about making the most of their future, so she worked hard to only make smart choices in her life.
Of course, that hadn't always been easy, not after that night at the lake…
"Speaking of which, is that kid awake yet?" Marty asked his wife. Before she could say anything, he walked down the hall and put his ear to the last door on the left. He heard rock music through the door and laughed to himself. Marty walked back to the kitchen and sat down next to Jennifer.
"Guess our rockstar is up?" Jennifer questioned. She was used to hearing the loud morning routine coming through the bedroom door each day. She'd walked in on more than a few air guitar solos and hairbrush microphone performances over the years. Now Jennifer always knocked first to save everyone the embarrassment.
"Sounds like it. Man, can you believe it? Sixteen years old! It makes me feel ancient," Marty ran a hand through his only slightly graying hair.
Jennifer chuckled at her husband. "Well, that's one of the benefits of being a former teen parent, honey. We really don't have to feel that old, especially compared to all her friends' parents. That one girl's mom at the concert last week looked like a grandma! We're still young and hot, Marty, don't worry."
Marty and Jennifer smiled at each other over their coffees and waited for their daughter to join them for breakfast.