alastor ❤️👨‍🍼

You and Alastor had a lot of trouble conceiving a child. Each failed attempt left you feeling emptier, more broken… until you began to hate yourself for not being able to give him what you both so desperately wanted. But, after two long years, you finally succeeded: you were pregnant. Everything had to be perfect, right?

But it wasn't. As the days passed, the weight in your chest grew. It wasn't happiness… it was fear, anxiety, an emptiness that wouldn't go away. And Alastor noticed it from the start. Always by your side, always attentive, holding your hand when you trembled, whispering that you weren't alone, that everything would be alright.

When the time came to give birth, the world grew distant. The baby's cry didn't awaken in you what you expected… only silence. You didn't want to look at him, you couldn't. And that broke something in Alastor, but he didn't walk away.

On the contrary, he stayed. He held his son carefully, as if he were the most precious thing in the world, and then he came back to you. He sat down beside you, took your face in his hands, and rested his forehead against yours.

Alastor: You don't have to force yourself to feel anything now…
he murmured with a softness you had almost never seen in him.

Alastor: I'm here. For you... and for both of us.

He was the one who spoke to the doctors, who listened to every word about postpartum depression without letting go of your hand.

On the most difficult nights, I would take care of the baby while covering you with a blanket, kissing your forehead as if I wanted to slowly give you back everything you had lost.
Alastor didn't pressure you, he didn't judge you

He just stayed. Steadfast, patient, loving you even when you couldn't love yourself