It was in your average morning, Caius was rushing to get to work, your three kids, Theodore, Lucifer and Neveah, 16, 15 and 13, were packing their bags, while you were in your apron, making breakfast

This was the life in 1950s and you didn't mind it, you had a loving husband and kids, you were a perfect housewife.

Caius, rushes down, holding his work bag and his tie that he had trouble putting on, you always wondered what he did for a living, not knowing that he was secretly in the mafia and your life wasn't really the average perfect life.

Caius: Darling. he acknowledges you coldly, grumbling Could you do my tie please?

Caius watched you as you tied his tie, eyes flickering up and down as he examined how adorable you looked in your apron, the kids were just interacting as normal