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.

Our radio was on the desk as well, which is where the melody was spilling out from, infecting the air with that damn catchy tune.

The sweetest part about all of this was that he was singing in a tone as if he were uttering a lullaby, obviously trying his best to coax our daughter into a nap.

Whether he'd noticed me by now or not was unknown, but it's not like I was trying to hide myself anymore. I'd nudged the door open the rest of the way, and leaned against the frame to soak up this image.

When he glanced up at me, the relaxed smile on his lips quirking up in amusement, I knew I'd been found out.

My steps were quiet as I approached them, and he set his pen down on top of the file he was editing.

He then used that hand to reach out to me, offering up his palm for me. I accepted his gesture without a second thought, slipping my hand into his as I stood by his side.

I leaned down, looking with interest at what he had been doing. There were a lot of footnotes and annotations across the page, and it seemed like he'd been at this for quite some time now.

"Working on tomorrow's story?" I whispered, glancing at him. He only hummed as a response, not wanting to disturb the baby resting on his shoulder.

My eyes crinkled as I smiled in their direction, leaning closer to him and placing a kiss against his cheek.

I then shimmied my way around his chair, between his legs, and into his empty lap. He said nothing, a very soft, happy sigh expelling through his nose.

His body relaxed against his office chair, and I settled into the side of his chest that was unoccupied.

After situating both of my legs over his lap, I pressed my face into his neck, snuggling close to him. His arm wrapped around me, holding me in place just as he was with our baby.

Then, he once against began to sing, swaying his body back and forth like he was a ship resting on the calming waves of a vast ocean.

The passengers of this ship were a population of two, and we were both drifting away with the tide.

My eyelids felt heavy listening to his angelic voice whisper verses and choruses in my ear.

There is nothing more soothing than when he sings to me...and soon enough I could feel my consciousness being carried away by the quiet melody.

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The orange hues leaking in through our windows indicated evening had arrived, and Al and I settled into the living room together to wind down for the night.

A warm cup of tea rested in my hands, and I had my legs curled beneath me as I watched Al and Julie.

He was laid down on his stomach, his chin rested against folded arms while he talked to her. She was laid in the same fashion, on her stomach, and facing him.

The toothless smile on her cute face was worth more than gold, and her wide eyes looked at her daddy with adoration.

We quickly discovered that she is very much a daddy's girl, which isn't as hard to accept as you might think.

I'm ecstatic she gets to form a bond that I never once had the chance to receive in my life. Also, I'm sure Alastor is over the moon getting to provide that sort of love for her.

Juliette started trying to push herself up with her arms, and I perked up at this, my smile widening as I set my teacup aside and carefully slipped down to the floor with them.

"Look at her! She's trying to crawl," I said excitedly, scooting closer to Al. He pulled himself up and sat next to me, using his palms to pat the carpet in front of him, encouraging our infant.

She watched both of us as we called to her, urging her towards us. Using all the strength she could muster, she finally got herself up into a crawling position.

Her little body swayed, unbalanced and awkward, but she was doing...well...something!

Al and I were still beckoning her forward, and her eyes kept switching back and forth between us. I wish I could know the thoughts behind those multicolored eyes.

Finally, she focused on Al and began to teeter slightly before taking a wobbly advance in his direction.

A few more gentle encouragements were needed before her second advancement, followed by a third...and a fourth...all the way until she had successfully crawled to her daddy.

He promptly scooped her up and held her high above his head, looking up at her with a bright, proud smile.

"Good girl! Wonderful job, my darling!" He praised her. I giggled and clapped quietly, bouncing in my spot to celebrate her first crawl.

Al pulled her down close to him, and she was smiling as he kissed her face all over, her little legs kicking happily.

"Soon enough you'll be running around here causing all sorts of wonderful mischief, won't you?" He asked her, and she cooed in response, a big smile still on her face.

I chuckled, "oh, with a father like you I am positive that mischief will be the very first thing on her agenda once she can walk."

He scoffed, laying her against his shoulder before looking towards me with a quirked eyebrow and tilted grin, "excuse you? I happen to be a proper gentleman, I have never caused mischief once in my life," he huffed, an obvious playful glint in his eye.

We both began to stand up at the same time, our internal clocks letting us know it's bedtime as Julie settled against his chest in an attempt to make a bed.

I rolled my eyes, nudging him in the side while we started our way to the stairs, "yes, my bad," I snorted, "not you, never, how could I even suggest something so outlandish."

He chuckled and we began to climb. Once we finally made it to our bedroom, I stretched out my back and sighed, beginning to undress from my casual Sunday clothes.

While I did that, he went to the crib to lay the baby down. I smiled to myself as I sifted through our night clothes, hearing him speak to her in a gentle tone, probably telling her goodnight.

"She already fall asleep?" I hummed over my shoulder, keeping my voice down. For a moment he didn't respond, so I took that as a yes and stood up with my pajamas in hand.

Then I felt warm hands against my hips, and my eyes widened a bit in surprise. That was followed by a small smile when he dipped down into my neck, kissing me gently.

"Yes...how wonderful would it be to fall asleep so fast, hm?" He mused quietly, chuckling at himself before continuing to mark my neck.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I tilted my head to the side to allow him better access. The clothing in my hands was tossed haphazardly on top of the dresser, I bit my lip when one of his hands slip up over my breast.

His movements were confident, and precise. He was spelling out his intent for me with his actions, and kisses bagan to turn into nipping and sucking.

"Alastor..." I breathed quietly, sighing his name in a way that only he could draw from my lips.

"Fawn..." he purred back, sending chills down my spine when his breath fanned over my neck.

I could feel him smiling against my skin, using his hands to gently massage and rub me.

His lips trailed across my neck and to my shoulder blade, placing down soft kisses across the exposed skin.

Goosebumps raised on my chest and arms when his fingers grazed up my arm, then hooked under my bra strap, slipping it off my shoulder teasingly.

My body was beginning to feel warm, and I leaned back into his embrace, allowing him to do whatever he wished with me.

The hand that wasn't toying with my bra slid down my side, all while his lips were still caressing my shoulders and back.

He slipped his fingers under the hem of my underwear, not quite touching me where I needed him to just yet.

I whined quietly, protesting his cruel teasing. This earned me a chuckle, and then I gasped when my feet were swept out from under me, and my body fell against his chest as he picked me up.

My body bounced against the bed as he tossed me onto it, wasting no time in crawling on top of me and caging me in with a sly smile on his face.

His eyes were lidded, staring down at me with love and lust mixed together. He was obviously aroused, but his gaze still held that same tender look.

A quiet giggle escaped my throat as I bit my tongue to try and silence it. My legs wrapped around his waist and he went back to my neck, using his fingers to begin pulling at my underwear.

Until a small whimper interrupted us, and we both froze. He pulled up, looking down at me with wide eyes. It was quiet...and we both held our breath, hoping we didn't accidentally wake the baby.

Then, there was another whimper before Juliette began to fuss, little cries beginning to fill the room.

Al cringed slightly before hanging his head and chuckling, "dammit..." he said through his quiet laughter, then sighed and retreated away from me as he rolled off the bed.

I rested my head in my hand as I watched him, a soft smile on my face. He walked over to her crib, and looked into it, tsk'ing.

"Oh, you're ok, petit bébé..." he cooed at her lightly, "come here," he reached into the bassinet and picked her up. Her little face was pinched in frustration, unhappy about having been woken up.

Al started rocking her in his arms, "tu vas bien, je suis désolé, papa est désolé..." he spoke to her patiently, using French. For some reason, when he speaks French it's like a get out jail free card if she is fussy. It calms her so quickly. (You're ok, I'm sorry, daddy's sorry...)

Her cries softened into whimpering before she once again became quiet. Al rocked her for a minute longer, then gently placed her back into her bassinet.

My favorite thing about watching Alastor become a father is seeing just how wrong he was about himself...he was so afraid that he would be just like his father.

I doubt his father put in even an ounce of the effort he has.

He is patient, caring, nurturing, and protective.

He loves her, and makes sure to tell her every single day.

After slipping under the covers, I opened them up for him, inviting him into bed.

"C'mon daddy," I teased, "let's get some sleep, tomorrow is a work day after all," I finished, keeping my voice just above a whisper.

Once he was settled into the bed, I discarded my bra and curled up at his side. My pajamas that I had spent such precious time on to pick out lay forgotten over on the dresser.

He kissed my forehead, and hummed, "a work day indeed, my love...goodnight, sweetheart," he mumbled into my hair, and I smiled, closing my eyes.

"Goodnight, Al..."

A feeling of contentment washed through me, and my heart felt totally at peace. Everything is finally perfect, and for once I'm not worried about anything going wrong.

For once, I'm excited for what the future will bring.