Alaric had been enjoying his nights spent with Isobel. They had been getting to know one another again, and he was finally in a happy place. After discussing the events he had seen unfold on the show, he had given her another massage and they passed out in her bed. It hadn't even been about making love for them last night.
The morning, he had been sleeping soundly, quite content to sleep in with his beautiful wife beside him. A squeaky voice, however, pulled him from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open and he squinted againsgt the morning sunlight filtering through the window. He looked up to see Isobel... only... it wasn't Isobel. He blinked several times, even pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He sat up so quickly, the blood rushed to his head. "Um, where is your mommy, little girl?" he asked. His hand flew to his mouth as he heard his voice. Taking his eyes briefly from the child, he looked down at himself. Oh dear.