I feel like after last update, some fluff was much needed so here's an idea I've been meaning to do, where Michael and Amanda have a movie night, or as I like to call it: the one where Michael is a complete adorable dork about movies. Based off of this conversation from the game:

"We used to watch movies, remember?"

"We used to fuck, we used to talk, we used to care."

"Always on video cassette...and then I pulled that score, remember? And I got the laser-disc."

"Fuck your nostalgia."

It would have been so easy to refuse him, to say that they needed the money for other things, so easy if he wasn't looking at her with an excited glint in his blue eyes and a hopeful smile on his face. "Michael, you know that we have other things to worry about…" she said, gesturing to the room where their baby girl was sleeping.

"I know, Amanda, but I just pulled that score a couple weeks ago. And we have the savings…plus won't it be nice to not watch movies on that shitty cassette player anymore?" he asked pleadingly, those eyes gazing at her enthusiastically.

"Yeah, but-" she started before he gently pressed a kiss to her lips.

"We'll be fine," he smiled at her reassuringly. "We always are. Have I ever let you down?"

Amanda smirked at him. "Oh, I can think of a few times…" she said teasingly.

"The point is that I've always made up for it," he recovered quickly. "So what d'you think?"

"Fine," she sighed. "Only because I'm pretty tired of that cassette player…"

His face lit up in excitement. "Love you, darling," he gave her another quick kiss before getting up and putting his coat on.

"Babe, it's practically a blizzard outside. You're really gonna go out and get this right now?" she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"After all of the shit I've done and you're worried about me going out in a little bit of snow?" Michael chuckled.

"Well, with the way that you drive…" she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" he asked with a playful grin.

"I was just saying how good of a driver you are," she said, looking up at him innocently.

"Uh-huh, sure. I'll be back in a bit," he grabbed his car keys and left.

She laughed to herself quietly after he was gone. For such a tough bank robber, he really was sentimental.

Michael practically burst through the front door, a bag in his arms. "Mandy, I got it!" he panted as he put it down on the table. He ran a hand through his dark hair, brushing the snow off.

"Yes, you did," she watched in amusement as her husband opened the box inside the bag and triumphantly pulled out the DVD player.

Smirking, he carried it over to the living room. "So, are you gonna help me with this thing or not?"

"I think I'll just sit here and admire the view," she said from the couch, staring at him as he bent over to set it up.

"Very funny…" he muttered sarcastically. She watched him in admiration, at the concentrated look on his face and the way his deft fingers carefully plugged in the wires. Too lost in her thoughts, she barely registered him standing up and turning to face her. "Okay...that should be about it. Amanda…?"

"W-what?" She didn't even notice how intently she'd been staring at him until he said her name, an amused look on his face.

"Nothin'," he shook his head with a cocky smile. "Guess you were admiring the view…"

A blush spread up her cheeks before she could stop it. "So, what are you gonna do now? It's not like we have any movies for this thing yet."

"That is where you are wrong, my darling," he crossed over to the bag and pulled out a brand-new movie.

"Oh no…" she groaned and rested her head against the couch. "I thought maybe I could escape from your corniness for one night."

"Ah, I could never let that happen," Michael teased. "Besides, I have a good feeling about this one."

Amanda sighed in defeat and got up. "I'll make the popcorn."

Blue eyes brightened in victory. "Atta girl!" he said enthusiastically.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight, Townley," she muttered, though a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Michael came up behind her and pressed a kiss to the exposed part of her neck. "Love you…" he whispered in her ear.

She turned around to face him and gave him a quick kiss to the lips. "I love you, too. Now go get this movie ready."

"Alright," he said and went back into the living room.

"What's it even about?" she asked from the kitchen. She swore if she had to suffer through watching Vinewood Zombie one more time, she'd scream...

"Uh...it's set in a sanitorium in the 1920's. That's about all I know," he admitted, turning on the TV.

"Real specific," she said sarcastically.

"Aw, c'mon, babe. I have to put up with your rom-coms, can't we watch something that I like?" he pleaded.

"Don't pretend that you don't love them, Michael. I know that you've stolen some lines from some of them," she smirked as she sat down next to him.

He reached into the bowl of popcorn on her lap, frowning. "Okay, maybe a few weren't that bad..." he mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn.

"Sure," she said. "One day I'll get you to admit that you're a hopeless romantic at heart."

"Yeah, maybe one day far away from today…" he said with a chuckle, reaching over and dimming the lights. "Let's get this started."

Amanda smiled and nuzzled up against his chest. Before the previews even started, he faked a yawn and wrapped an arm around her, earning an eye roll from her. "Michael, darling," she started with a laugh, "we're married. You do know that you don't need to do that, right?"

He just shrugged. "You weren't complaining when I did this on one of our first dates," he pointed out.

"I thought it was cute. Cheesy, but cute," she admitted. It was one of the first things she had ever noticed about him, that old-fashioned style of romance. Sure, it was corny and cliché, but it was something that she loved about him. It had amused her how a man who led the life he did could be so gentle around her.

"And what about now?" he whispered, lips brushing against her ear. His other arm wrapped around her, pausing briefly at her waist before his hand moved to grab some popcorn.

"Now I like it even more," she said and turned around to face him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Michael just grinned at her and pulled her closer, about to bring his lips down to hers before the movie started and pulled his attention away from her.

She sighed slightly at the failed kiss. She loved that he was passionate about movies, she really did. The small town's only movie theater was practically his second home and she swore that they'd seen every movie there at least twice. Sometimes, though, much to her frustration, he got a little too distracted by them.

After about a half hour into the movie, she started to zone out a little bit. Michael was warm and comfortable against her, the popcorn was almost gone, and she honestly didn't really share his excitement for movies. If she had to admit it, she watched them with him mostly because she found the way he got so intense and that little glint he got in his eyes when talking about him to be adorable. It wasn't often that he was that enthusiastic, but when he was, it was kind of amazing.

She looked up at him, reveling in the contentedness of his eyes, the carefree set of his shoulders. It had been a while since she'd seen him so relaxed, at least since she'd gotten pregnant. A small smile crossed her face as she stared at him.

Michael took notice, smirking at her. He gently took her face in his hand and tilted it towards the TV. "Hon, I'll be here all day," he reminded her. "The movie's almost over."

"Fine…" she pouted slightly but turned her attention towards the movie, anyway.

"What the fuck did we just watch?!" Amanda asked in disbelief. She threw a piece of popcorn at the TV, a disgusted look on her face. Admittedly, she had paid attention to the last part of the movie. Now she was wishing that she hadn't.

Michael frowned at her. "Language," he warned her, gesturing to Tracey's room.

"That's funny coming from you," she said, throwing a piece of popcorn at him, which he easily caught in his mouth with a smug smile.

"Babe, it wasn't that bad. Had a lot of good lines, too…" A thoughtful look crossed his face. "'We forget a thousand things every day.' I kinda like that…"

She groaned, putting her face in her hands. "Please tell me that you're not gonna quote that all the time."

"Maybe," he grinned at her devilishly.

"Michael, I know that you have a really fucked up taste in movies, but you have to admit that that one was weird," she pleaded. "I mean, there was a talking dog, for god's sakes."

A sigh escaped him as he pulled her closer. "I love you, Mandy, even though you have no idea what you're talking about."

"I don't know what I'm talking about?!" she echoed, voice rising slightly in anger. "Maybe I just have normal taste-"

Her protests were cut off by the sound of Tracey starting to cry from the other room. Amanda just let out a deep breath and started to get up before Michael stood up. "I got it."

He came back holding Tracey in his arms. "Hey, baby girl…" he whispered, grinning down at her. "Sorry your mother has terrible taste…"

Amanda had been afraid of how he'd react to getting her pregnant. A bank robber wouldn't have any interest in having a kid, right? But looking at how happy he was now, she couldn't believe that she ever had a doubt in her mind.

Within a minute or two, her crying had stopped and she was staring up at her father lovingly. Whatever he did calmed her down instantly, meanwhile whatever Amanda did only made things worse. "Unbelievable…" she muttered under her breath.

"Honestly, I don't get why you think this is so hard, babe…" Michael said.

"Maybe it's just your natural charm," she quipped, moving to stand next to him.

"Right…" he said with a smirk. "Anyway, back to the movie thing, that talking dog was symbolic, babe."

She scoffed. "Symbolic for what, exactly? The writers doing drugs?"

"Hell, I dunno. I probably won't until I watch it ten more times. Look...this is what movies should be like…" he started to pace the living room, that enthusiasm creeping into his voice. "A plot so tangled that you don't have a clue what's going on even after watching it so many times. Not that sickly sweet, dumbed down stuff that Vinewood keeps pumping out now."

She nodded with a smile crossing her face. "I like your way of thinking, Townley. Now that that's over with, did you buy any other movies?"

Michael's eyes lit up in excitement as he pulled out another DVD. "I was hoping that you'd ask that…"

A/N: By the way, the movie that they watched was Arthur Penny's Sanitorium, where Michael gets his famous quote. It has a pretty weird and interesting story from what I read about it on the GTA wiki.