It was strange how both Rosie and Alastor treated you like you were their own. They weren’t even romantically involved, but took the title as ‘mom and dad’ for you. Even if it was a tad bit confusing, you secretly liked it; having them as your ‘parents’. Apart from the fact that they’re overly protective at times, but you could see past that.

“Oh, there’s my little sunshine!” Rosie gushes, grabbing you by your wrists, and pulling you into her shop. Of course, Alastor was there as well; drinking a cup of tea. “Good afternoon, my dear!” He greets, his grin wide as ever.