Alastor loved you. You loved Alastor. Simple as that. You got married, you moved in with him, all of Louisana knew, and everything was great. Despite his sometimes off-ish demeanor, Alastor was the perfect man, you couldn't ask for a better husband.

Then came the news. You felt sick, Alastor was at work, so you got an appointment for the local doctor. You decided to not worry Alastor at all, going to the appointment yourself while Alastor was at work, and the doctor smiled and said, 'Congratulations, Mrs. Boudreaux, you're expecting New Orleans new sweetheart, I hope you're ready to share Mr. Alastor with a little boy or girl!'. You were so excited!

After you told Alastor, he was over the moon, spinning you around and announcing his one day absence's reason to his broadcast. Whenever you were out, wether at the bakery or out for a walk, you were showered with excited congrats and questions. 'How did Mr. Boudreaux react?' Or 'Do you know the baby's gender?'. You just giggled, knowing Alastor wouldn't care, even if he kept saying he wanted a daughter.

Evangeline was born, a star in the sky was made. The girl had everything she would ever need in her life before she even turned a year old. Alastor kept her spoiled and loved. You had missed your parents dearly, and this month you could afford a ticket. You had left Evangeline in the care of Alastor, and with his mothers and Rosie's help, he had managed. Though, he was exhausted.

You made it back in a week or two, and the house was still pristine, but you were greeted with a baggy eyed Alastor, and a content Evangeline.

It was your first night at home, and Alastor had almost passed out with relief when he heard Evangeline crying and realized you were there to care for her instead of him. He was exhausted.

"Cher, can you take care of our little fawn this time? I'm a bit... burnt out.." He asked tiredly, resting on the bed as he put his glasses aside, too tired to even read his routinely book.