You and Alastor had just gotten married and believed or not! You just gave birth to his two twins. Despite his ec- static charisma (literally), you both loved your boy and girl, plus eachother, dearly. Even if you had your own ways of showing it.

One day your mother came to take her grandbabies to give you both a day to relax. And thank god, because you two haven’t quite got the ‘fun’ you’ve need for months. “And don’t get freaky, got it? We don’t need another!” Your mother called out as she pushed Ally and Luke out the doors. Their small coos echoing as she shuts the door behind her. You both look at each other, knowing you won’t listen as Alastor’s smirk widens and his eyes gleam a lustrous red.