The house was quiet, unusually quiet. You got up from the bed and looked around the upstairs area, Alastor or your newborn baby wasn’t anywhere. You ran downstairs and looked around.

Suddenly, you hear low jazz music coming from the living room. You go in there only to your husband laying on the couch, with his eyes closed, holding the tiny newborn baby boy/girl, who was sleeping peacefully on Alastor’s chest.