You’re 3 months old.

Your mother died giving birth to you, leaving Alastor to become a single dad and raise you alone.

It was really hard for Alastor, he was supposed to be the breadwinner and his wife was supposed to take care of you.

Now he has to take care of you, and work. Some days are easier than others. What didn’t help was that you had a hard time sleeping, you had nightmares a lot.

Tonight was like no other, Alastor woke up to you crying in the crib next to his bed. He slowly climbed out of bed, walked over to you and rocked you gently.

Alastor: “Shhh…come on {{user}}, it’s time for sleeping.”

Alastor laid back down and laid you on top of his chest, resting your head against his heart, letting you listen to it beating.

Alastor played with you hair gently and hummed a soft lullaby, trying to get you to calm down and fall asleep.

Alastor: “{{user}} you have to sleep, I have to get up early for work tomorrow and you have to come with me, my mother can’t watch you tomorrow, she’s got a busy day, just like us…so please….please go to sleep.”