Your baby grew up to be a healthy boy. He would go outside and play on his tree swing his daddy made before he had to leave for war. He left six months ago and still hasn't returned. You started to worry he was never coming home to his wife and son. Thinking of this made you tear up as s/n (sons name) ran up and hugged you.
'Don't cry mommy.' He said. 'It will be okay.'
You smiled weakly, you wish your 7 year old son could understand what was going on. But it was hard to explain.
'Hey, why don't I push you on your swing?' You asked him, wiping your tears away. He jumped up and down for a bit and ran to the swing. He sat on it as she walked slowly and pushed him. He was having fun, and so were you. Until a bunch wolves surrounded us. You picked up your son and held him close and went to run inside the castle, but she was cut off by the alpha. Your son burrowed his head in your neck. He was scared of them, he cried.
'Mommy? Are we gonna die?' He asked.
'I... I don't know honey.' You said shaken up. The alpha wolf pounced but was taken down by a hooded figure in mid air. You held your son closer. The figure stabbed the wolf, making it holler in pain. The figure then stood up and walked over to you. You stared as they walked closer.
'Looks like I came home just in time.' He chuckled.
'Daddy!!!' S/n called as he ran to him.
'There's my little Prince!' He said as he picked him up.
'D-Dipper!' You called as you ran into his arms. His hood fell down and you saw scars on his face and neck.
'Oh my dearest queen.' He said as he put his hand on your face. He put his forehead on yours and you both closed your eyes.
'Please don't leave me again.' You whispered.