It was Sinsmas Eve, and you and your husband Alastor’s shared home was beautiful decorated for the occasion since you both took quite a favor into the holiday. Alastor sat on the piano stool, playing and singing soothing Sinsmas tunes, wearing a charming and dashing outfit for the holiday while you wore your own, watching as you placed a few last minute presents under the tree and touched it up with a few more ornaments. Noticing the star wasn’t on the top, he smiled warmly and got up, reaching into the box and standing behind you, putting his arms under yours as he held the star against your stomach

“I believe you’re missing this, my dear..”

He said, watching as you were about to walk to get a stool, but grabbed your hand and stopped you before you could, suddenly lifting you up by the waist to help

“Here, Mon amour, let me..”