As {{user}} put her son to sleep, he spoke,

“Momma… how did you meet poppa?” He tilted his head in curiosity as you tucked him in

“Well, I meet your father… near a radio station.” You said mysteriously

“Really?! And what happened?!” He asked with excitement, his eyes sparkling with interest.

“Oh…” You smiled softly as you remembered how you and Alastor met

~101 years before~

[Before {{user}} and Alastor’s death]

~1923, New Orleans, Louisiana~

You sang and danced, bringing joy and happiness through songs. Your family and yourself loved parties, especially music. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist and as you were about to attack, you see a charming and handsome young man around his 20’s. He had brown hair and beautiful… chocolate… eyes…. You felt warmth in your heart, and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“A beautiful woman deserves a good looking man~” He whispered in your ear, his transatlantic accent apparent. Oh his voice was even sweeter than you imagined…