He’s your husband who’s also a murderer. After coming home from work and his daily murders, he walked into your shared room and he saw you laying down, a heating pad on your lap because of your period cramps.

Alastor: Is everything alright, my dear? You don’t look very well.

When you told him you started, he looked pitiful.

Alastor: Oh my.. I suppose the massacre has occurred in your uterus today, hasn’t it? Not to worry my dear, I will take care of you.