Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 83

What it do, homies.

I know there's been a serious lack of artwork recently, but art block really sucks and nothing I draw has looked even remotely good enough to show you🙃👍🏼

So for now, enjoy the various types of music I like.

This song specifically I like to think of as the "theme" to this story. Like if this story and these chapters were episodes of a show, this is the song that would play during the end credits.

I really recommend listening to this one, especially the lyrics. Look them up if you have to, I know it might be a bit hard to hear. This song means a lot to me.

Alastor's POV

The soft sound of birds singing their morning songs is what woke me up Christmas morning.

A soft groan passed my lips as I stretched, my arms going above my head before I lazily lowered one towards the opposite side of the bed.

My eyes then shot open when it was empty.

I sat up like someone had pressed a branding iron to my back.

"Fawn?" My rough, tired voice called out for her as I looked around the slightly lightened room.

The sun is up?

Did I sleep in?

Worry began to eat at my chest, and I threw the covers off of me to get up and go look for my fiancée.

Quietly, I made my way down the hallway. She's never up before me, and she's pregnant...so, you can see why my concern is spiking.

She may have the hormone imbalance, but I swear this pregnancy has done something to me, too. All I can think about is wanting to protect her, feed her, keep her warm, keep her happy...and of course I wanted to do all those things previously, but now it's almost like a religion.

Having her out of my sight is stressing me out, to put it plainly.

However, the closer I came to the steps, the more that worry unwound. I could hear the sound of the radio playing, accompanied by the soft voice of my lover.

She doesn't sing often...when she does, it's never for me, I always have to sneak up and be very quiet, or she'll stop.

There was a soft smile on my lips as I made my way to the kitchen. I could smell many pleasant scents, and hummed out a sigh before leaning against the doorframe.

The woman standing at my stove squeaked in surprise, tensing up at the shoulders before turning to face me with a look on her face like I'd caught her being bad.

Smirking at her, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow.

"And what are you up to on this lovely morning," I teased, the pieces having already connected in my head.

She smiled sheepishly, and moved the pan she'd been focusing on to a burner that wasn't on before turning off the stove.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she greeted me, "and here I was hoping you'd sleep in a little later than this," she chuckled.