The Day We Met (Alastor x OC)

Chapter 37

Juliette's POV

Upon our arrival at the hotel, Alastor and I were swarmed by all of our friends.

Charlie was checking me to make sure I wasn't seriously injured, and I smiled at her and took her hand in mine, being careful to keep Alastor's coat around my naked body.

"I am okay, miss Morningstar... nothing serious happened, and Alastor was there to make sure of it..."

I smiled up at him fondly, and Charlie blinked and then gasped and smiled. I could tell she was about to gush about Alastor and I, but I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and shook my head just slightly.

It would be better to give it time to breathe before screaming our reconciliation at the top of our lungs.

Plus, I want to spend time with him without everyone breathing down our necks...

"Mama!"

My eyes widened when I heard Ava's voice and Angel walked up, smiling softly at Al and I before handing me my baby.

Her tiny body laid snug against my chest and she hugged me as tight as she could.

"Mama, I missed you..."

Tears welled in my eyes and I put my hand on her back, rubbing back and forth gently.

"I missed you too, flower... and I'll never leave you like that again, I promise..."

I kissed her forehead and that's when alastor started to part the crowd, walking forward as he cleared his throat.

"Make way, friends, Juliette and I will be retiring for the night. Don't bother us unless the hotel is burning down."

He sounded like he was "joking". And by that I mean he wasn't joking at all and probably meant something much more sinister.

But that's just my Alastor... always the same.

With that, Alastor teleported the three of us up to his suite.

In the process he'd changed me into a casual sleeping gown and gave Ava one to match. It was much more old fashioned than what I usually dress her in and reminded me of the gowns my mother used to put me in for bed.

I chuckled and flopped onto his bed. It was made neatly, but stiff as if it was hardly ever used.

"What a day..."

"I suppose that's one way to describe it."

I chuckled at Alastor's retort and turned on my side to face him.

He was just standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed and staring at me.

"What are you doing?"

My tone was amused and I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Standing?"

"Well... would you like to put on some night clothing and come sleep in bed with your wife?"

His demeanor remained unmoved, but I saw just the teeniest hint of color tint his cheeks.