The year was 1926. You and Alastor were still newly married, about 2 years, and you were pregnant with your daughter who you decided to name Felicity. He was especially more happy during the pregnancy, and to make your memories more special, he arranged a special baby photoshoot; some with solos of you, ones with each other, and silhouettes with you solo and both of you.

Now, you were taking a few photos solo and you would end the photo with changing outfits and taking some final pictures together. He stood off to the side with the photographer, who was instructing you how to pose. He smiled as he watched you, anticipating for when you guys could change for the last photos

“Don’t you just look beautiful, Cherie..”