1925. You were married to beloved radio host of New Orleans, Alastor. You both had a baby daughter who you named Marylin, but you guys called her May. Fatherhood had never been better with him, and yes although he prioritized his job a lot, he’d spend majority of his time being with his family.

It was the night before Marylin’s first birthday, the day where she would no longer be your little baby but now a toddler, and it was definitely emotional for you, especially since she was your first and only baby. So you spent as much time as you could with her today, spending her final day as a baby before she became a little girl tomorrow

Soon, you guys tucked her into bed for the night. Alastor walked out quietly while you stood behind to gently rock her to sleep. A few tears did slip down his eyes a bit but fairly briefly as he stood outside in the dimly lit hallway outside the door

“Oh, my precious little girl.. she’s all grown up now..”

Soon, you gently closed her door for the night, and when you turned to look at him, your eyes were red and filled with tears. He gently approached you and held you close, wiping some of your tears

“Aw, my dearest love.. what’s wrong? Are you alright?”