The Day We Met (Alastor x OC)

Chapter 25

Five years later.

Alastor

"Well, that's all for today folks! Thank you for tuning in, and remember to lock your windows and doors at night, hahaha! Stay safe out there, this was your host Alastor, signing off until next time."

I received the all clear that I'd been signed off and removed my headpiece.

The news had been slow lately, so I had plans tonight to... spice up tomorrow's broadcast.

My smile widened as I waved to my coworkers, grabbing my coat and heading down towards the front lobby.

As I left, I gave a wave towards the receptionist, who acknowledged me with a nod.

It's time for me to head over to the diner for Juliette. She should be wrapping up by now.

While I was walking, I noticed the chill in the air, and looked up just as snowflakes started to fall. Snow in Louisiana? I can't recall the last time that's happened.

Juliette will be thrilled, she's told me how much she adores snow. She said she loves the way it glitters in the sun, and I love the way her smile lights up when she speaks about it.

After a short walk, I'd arrived at the diner and I opened the door to see Juliette sitting at a table, surrounded by young ones.

She seemed to be telling them a story with wild hand gestures.

Slowly I crept over, not allowing my footsteps to make a noise. She spotted me and smirked, but the children had no idea I was there.

"And then... the big bad wolf crept into little red riding hoods house and—"

I slammed my hands against the table and all the children screamed.

"Gobbled her grandmother up!"

I laughed as the children scrambled away from me. They ranged from ages 5 to 16, most of them orphans from the depression.

Juliette started to giggle as well, holding the littler ones as they crawled up into her lap.

"Now now, you silly little scaredy cats, it's just Al."

The smile on my face relaxed and I leaned against the bar, winking at my wife.

"Just Al? Oh come on, dear, give me more credit than that!"

"Credit? For what, being a buffoon?"

Some of the children giggled, and I rolled my eyes before my smirk became devilish.

"No... for being the big bad wolf!"

I reached over and snatched one of the small ones, holding her up in the air as she squealed. She couldn't have been older than six.

Her squeals descended into uncontrolled giggles when I tossed her in the air and caught her before putting her back on her own two feet.

Despite trying, my darling doe and I were unable to produce children of our own. I was willing to become a father for her sake, since I could see she really wanted to be a mother, but alas it wasn't to be.