"Good night, dear..."

Alastor froze, taking his coat off his shoulders, pausing in the doorway of their kitchen, leaning the microphone against the wall and resting his shoulder against the door frame, laughing merrily.

This was not what he had expected when he tied the knot. In mortal life, without having time to experience this responsibility for yourself, after listening to various unpleasant circumstances. So once in hell, he decided to try this attraction "family life" by finding a demon in general that meets his expectations.

And now, watching his partner sing along to a song on the radio, dancing, standing and cooking something. It smelled really wonderful, something was boiling in pots, open bottles of wine on the table, dirty plates after vegetables and meat.

"When I said I'd be back late, I thought I'd be back and you'd be sleeping, not... Darling, what are you cooking?"