#dad!angel

angel and husk adopting this little rogue cat child did two things:

1. solidify their relationship

2. and create a whole family filled with adoptive aunts and uncles

which was honestly great because the kiddo LOVED IT.

when they first found kiddo though, the kid was on edge all the time. like would flinch if someone even reached for something close to them.

husk and angel were both pretty understanding and sure that this kiddo had gone through some shit.

and who better to help a kid then two trauma filled guys

they asked the kiddo their name and the kiddo explained that they didn't have one. that floored both angel and husk. so they helped the kiddo choose out a name.

the kiddo chose rori, with an i 'because it was super different!'

angel and husk are actually really great parents though

husk is definitely way more lenient, will get rori anything they want

angel is the one who is more strict, like rori has a bed time because of angel.

love to spend time with aunt charlie and aunt nifty. they put on puppet shows instead of roach shows

uncle alastor scares them, but he once let them in his radio room when they said that they liked the radio shows they hear when he broadcasts. taught them how to be a professional radio host

uncle pentious shows rori how to build different weapons. and rori came down with a very intricate weapon to kill angels! angelic steel and all. angel put a stop to that very quickly.

there was one time that rori had decided that they had seen husk and uncle alastor cook, so they did too!

queue angel walking into the kitchen looking for them and finding themselves covered in flour, happily humming and mixing what looked like was supposed to be pancakes. pan over to the left and there is lucifer nodding.

rori was making pancakes and lucifer totally wanted to help. the batter was too far gone, but he let them happily stir while he had some batter ready.

Angel being gone often isn’t unfamiliar 

You’re used to having the house more to yourself than sharing it 

But it seems like you are seeing him less and less 

And it isn’t until your children start to notice that you address it 

“Even the kids can see that you’re never home. They deserve to have their dad.” 

Its a back and forth that goes on and on, getting louder and louder as you both grow more exasperated

You had always made it a point never to argue when the kids could hear you, knowing that your adult issues were not their problem and they shouldn’t be exposed to it 

But with the anger and frustration growing, that promise is left behind, leaving the two of you arguing loudly

He’s giving you the same line he always does about how the club needs him and you knew what you were getting into 

Hearing him throw that out is not new, but your response is 

“Our kids didn’t agree though. You promised once I found out that I was pregnant that you were going to be home more. If I would’ve known that you weren’t going to keep your word, I-” 

You cut yourself off, knowing that some things just can’t be forgotten once you say them

It worries Angel though and hits him right in the heart, him only able to imagine what it was that you were going to say

Both of you simply stare at each other for seconds on end, waiting for the other to say the wrong thing

It’s the sound of soft footsteps that draws both of your attention away from each other

Your kids are standing there, eyes puffy and tired as they rub at them

You’re the first one to go to them, kneeling down in front of them and grabbing onto each of their hands 

“Sorry for waking you. Daddy and I were just excited. Let’s get you back to bed.” 

It’s your son's voice that makes you both realize how wrong you had been to have this argument where they could hear 

“Are you and Daddy gonna get a divorce?” 

You’re fumbling over your words, heart-aching that your children are now worrying over something that they should’ve never been exposed to in the first place

Angel’s stepping up then as well, kneeling down beside you to place his hands on their shoulders

“No one’s getting divorced. Me and mommy were just talking. Sometimes we get a little upset and we get loud, but we’re not going to split up. We just have to work through it like we always do. That’s all. We’re still a family and we’re gonna be one forever.” 

“Promise?”

Angel doesn’t hesitate, tugging both children as well as you into his chest, hugging all three of you tightly as he presses a kiss to each forehead 

“I promise.”

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“We have to start weening him.”

Angel looked away from his son as you spoke. His brows knitted while he kept the bottle upright, continuing to feed the 13-month-old.

“What do you mean?”

You chuckled at the slight indignation in his voice.

“I mean he’s already over a year old and we need to start taking the bottle away. We should’ve started sooner but now it’s time. He needs to start learning how to drink from a sippy cup. We can’t let him be on the bottle forever.”

Angel pouted and then looked down at his son as he laid in his arms, big brown eyes peering up at the Mayan while he drank his milk.

“He’s doing fine!”

Shaking your head, you scooted closer to the father-son duo, watching as the child grinned when you came into view. Leaning your head against Angel’s bare arm, you continued to watch your son.

“He is, and he’ll be doing even better when we start getting him to move on from the bottle. He won’t be a baby forever. We can’t treat him like one forever either. It’ll only hurt him in the end.”

Angel nodded reluctantly tilting his head to press a kiss against your temple.

“Ok, mama.”

You smiled and snuggled into your husband further.

“We won’t make him quit cold turkey. That’s why they call it weening. We’ll slowly start introducing the sippy cup more and more until he doesn’t miss the bottle.”  

The conversation died off then, both of you simply staring down at the life that you had made. It seemed like just yesterday you had found out that you were pregnant and now here your son was, having just celebrated turning one. Time was flying and you knew that both of you had been pushovers for the first year, just so enamored with your baby that you had been lax.

Now it was time to start getting serious though and you knew you would need Angel’s help and consistency to make it work. Angel had been in love from the moment he had held the ultrasound printout in his hand and as soft as he was with his son, you knew he would stick to it.

Your son sucked up the rest of your milk from the bottle, smiling as Angel pulled it away. He giggled as he looked between the two of you, his love palpable. Angel grinned and placed the bottle down before picking him up to hold him upright, his feet standing on Angel’s thighs.

“That better, mijo? Is your tummy all full now?”

The baby shrieked a laugh, not knowing what he was even being asked but simply loving the sound of his father’s voice. Angel laughed along with him and then raised him up, blowing raspberries on the child’s tummy. The laughter intensified between all three of you, your hand pulling Angel back slightly after the fifth time.

“Remember, your beard.”

Angel nodded then, wincing as he remembered the light beard burn he had left last time.

“Forgot.”

Angel’s stomach growled then, and you looked at him, holding your hands out.

“Let me take him, you go get something to eat.”

Leaving a kiss to his cheek, Angel handed the baby over to you before standing, you now taking the time to kiss his round little tummy while Angel searched for something to eat.  The moved around the kitchen, looking around before he settled on a banana. Peeling it as he walked, he started to make his way back into the living room, catching your attention. You looked at him as he walked, the tattoos on his skin stark and accentuating his muscles and the contours of his body. Your eyes trailed down, his sweats sitting low on his hips. Your gaze traveled further south to his belly button, his happy trail leading down into his pants. Him snapping his fingers knocked you out of your lustful trance and when you locked eyes with him you found him smirking, pure arrogance in his walk as he swaggered over to you.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna put another baby in you.”

Angel plopped back down onto the sofa next to you, smiling as his son’s eyes locked on what was in his hands.

“What are you looking at lil homie? You just had a whole bottle like five minutes ago.”

Licking his lips, your son tried to walk over to his father, or rather what his father held.

“Nana? Anana?”

Both you and Angel’s eyes locked quickly, grins suddenly appearing on your faces as you began to praise your son for saying his newest word.

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“Dude, I’m so bored.”

Angel chuckled as you whined, your lips pouting. He sat up from his leaning back position on the headboard and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he hugged you into his bare chest and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe we can go outside. See if there are any birds in the birdbath you bought.”

Angel smiled as your eyes lit up.

“Yeah! Let’s go check.”

You both climbed off of the bed and walked out of the bedroom, heading toward the back sliding door. Looking down you looked at both of your outfits. Angel was in basketball shorts and nothing else while you were in a t-shirt and panties. He saw you looking and shrugged.

“We have a fence. Not like anyone should be creepin’ anyway.”

Satisfied, you pulled the door open and walked outside, a soft breeze moving the tree and making the fallen leaves tumble. You both walked toward the birdbath slowly, your feet quiet so as to not scare the birds if there were any. Once close enough, you looked and saw three blue jays there on the edge, hopping into and out of the water, moving their wings as they played around. One hopped off of the bath and flew a short distance to the bird feeder Angel had hung up for you. He ate a few pieces of the feed and then jumped back into the bath, shaking around in the water once more as they tweeted happily.

You and Angel watched with smiles, your attention focused on the animals. It was the sound of someone knocking on the sliding door that pulled your attention. Both you and Angel turned to see your son standing at the door, one hand rubbing his eye and the other holding his bunny.

“Guess someone’s done with their nap.”

Angel jogged over to the door and pulled it open, scooping his son up into his arms. He held him tightly and then ran back over to you, making it a point to jostle him even more than necessary, the child laughing blissfully. His smile was wide as Angel held him, you reaching over to stroke the mark of the blanket on his cheek.

“Had a good nap, baby boy?”

“Yep.”  

Smiling yourself, you pulled your hand back and held your finger up to your lips.

“There’s birds in the bath we bought.”

His eyes widened and he wiggled in Angel’s arm, trying to get a better look. Angel walked with him closer to the birdbath, pointing to the animals.

“You see them, mijo?”

“Yeah!”

His whisper was quiet but harsh and you smiled, walking away from your two most favorite people to go and grab the bottle of bubbles from the patio table. Walking back to them, you smiled and opened the bottle, pushing it in a few times to coat the wand before removing it.

“Hey, look what I’ve got.”

They both turned to face you and got the same excited look on their face, Angel putting him down and brokering a deal.

“Alright, whoever pops the most gets to have a cookie before dinner.”

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