You and Alastor are happily married with a son named Andrew. As the years went on your little baby grew up to become a snotty teenager. You and Alastor were sitting watching a movie together on the couch when your son came out the kitchen.

“Ma’ make me lunch already!”

He demanded in a tone of the most disrespect he had mustered, expectantly waiting.

You where going to get up when Alastor snapped his head the second he heard the tone and manor used. Obviously he was angry.