Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 89

This is been finished for days, I just forgot to show y'all😂

I did not draw that background btw, it's just a picture of a Forrest. I added some shit to it, but I wasn't ab to spend hours drawing that shit😂.

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There's like...a very strong possibility that this book will be over 100 chapters. I know that's really long, but there's a lot of stuff I want to address and tie together...sooo...yea. Im not rushing into the end of this book without hitting each plot point that I need to😂

Also there's gonna be a sequel. Just gonna go ahead and throw that out there.

Okay byeeeeeee😚❤️

Fawn's POV

There was a large, round wicker basket propped against my hip, filled to the brim with dirty laundry.

The walk to the laundry room wasn't a long one, and I was humming a tune that has been stuck in my head for the last day and a half.

Sundays are always chore days...Alastor and I will switch off with Julie, he takes her in the morning while I handle the household chores and I take her in the afternoon while he handles whatever the hell it is that he does.

I don't even know, but it takes him forever and he is always sweaty afterwords.

Then, my absolute most cherished moments during our weekends, we both spend the evening bonding and playing with Juliette.

This has been the routine for a few months, now.

When I made it to the laundry room, I tossed all of the clothes into the large metal basin. After giving them a scoop of lavender scented laundry soap, I turned it on, listening as it rumbled to life and started spitting water over the clothes.

I dusted my hands and plucked the wicker basket up, turning to voyage back to our room and replace it.

Once I'd done that, I laid my hands on my hips and pursed my lips. My foot tapped as I thought over what was left to do, but I think I've done it all.

Dishes are finished, floor is swept, shelves are dusted and the laundry is currently tumbling around in a circle of soapy, lavender scented freshness.

Upon realizing I'd finished a bit early, I turned and went to find Al. Last I'd seen him, he was reading a book with Julie in the living room.

However, when I stepped into the space it was empty, and dark. I stared for a second, furrowing my eyebrows as I pondered where he could be.

Then, the same tune that I'd been humming while I carried our laundry drifted up through the hallway directly to my left.

I perked up, following the noise right down until I reached the door to Al's office, it being just slightly ajar.

Pushing it open just a tad, my head popped through the opening I created so I could spy on whatever activity was occurring.

At his desk, Alastor sat in the simple orange glow of a table lamp. The curtains were drawn, so the room was rather dim aside from that light on his desk.

My heart warmed and my smile became softer at the sight of him holding our baby in one arm, a pen in his other hand as he scribbled something down onto what could only be a work document.

Julie was laid against her daddy's shoulder, one hand gripping at the unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt. Her face was tucked into his neck and I could tell she was either sound asleep or getting there.