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Three hours…

Alastor had been pacing up and down the hallways for three hours, anxiety and fear pumping through his veins as his heart beat hammered like a war drum in his chest. But all while, his never fading demonic grin was plastered on his face, fooling any new comer to the hotel that he was merely over excited.

The pregnancy period of Mimzy was a stressful one and a seeming long one. Given the fact that being with child prevented her from preforming her shows and she was practically forced (by both Alastor and Charlie) to refrain from doing arduous activities that could harm herself or the baby. Especially Alastor, who was relentless on protecting Mimzy and making sure his future hell spawn was healthy and ready for the world.

But now that the time of birth had come, all his underlying nerves and fears had surfaced like a monstrous tsunami on the horizon. He’d managed to smother those feels down by busying himself with taking care of Mimzy and doing all the baby shopping himself. With the help of Nifty and Vaggie, he and the young ladies went shopping for all the necessities (toys, clothes, crib, diapers, and industrially tough chew toys). Mimzy had blushed herself a brilliant scarlet and threw herself into Alastor’s arms, gushing about how much she loved him.

Now the only sound reaching his sensitive ears were Mimzy’s screams of pain and agony behind the closed bedroom door. There was also the muffled, soothing voice of Baxter, who was trying to comfort and encourage Mimzy to push harder.

Yet the fact he wasn’t in the same room as her, comforting her all the way was absolute torture. Hissing in frustration, grin still present on his face, he grabbed his hair roots, almost tearing them out of his head.

“Yo, Al! Take a chill pill, my smiling friend!” The demonic deer-shape shifter turned around to see Angel Dust leaning against the wall, holding his baby Angel Cake in his arms. The multi armed baby cooed up at her papa, reaching to touch his face.

Alastor chuckled, although there was no humor behind it. “Funny, Angel Dust. Last I recall, it took both Husk and myself to prevent you from breaking the door down whistle Vaggie was giving birth.” Angel Dust waved him off.

“That was months ago. I’m much more chill now.” Another agonizing scream echoed through the hallway as another painful contraction hit her with the force of a train. Angel Dust paused for a moment but went back to bouncing his daughter.

Alastor, on the other hand, was beginning to feel faint and his stomach churned with unease. He began to see spots when a long painful groan resonated in his ears. This was overwhelmingly torturous. No amount of painful agony in his life could ever compare to this! He was the father and husband for God’s sakes! Why shouldn’t he be inside, holding his wife’s hand to encourage her to keep trying! Why shouldn’t he-

A loud, wailing cry silenced his thoughts. In fact, that cry had done a lot more.

A heavy thump alerted Angel Dust and he quickly looked over to where Alastor had been pacing like a mad man.

The cannibalistic deer was still there. He was just face first on the carpet, completely unconscious.

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A particularly harsh slap was felt across Alastor’s face, causing him to bolt upright with alarm.

Angel was standing over him, one pair of arms holding Angel Cake, who was cooing adorably, while his other four pairs of arms were shaking him like a rage doll. “Alastor! Wake up! The sky is falling!”

Alastor stood upright, dusting himself off and looking to Angel Dust. The spider demon was smiling widely and pointed four sets of index fingers to the once closed bedroom door. Inside, Alastor’s ears twitched to the soft cooing and gentle whispers of love from Mimzy.

His heart in his throat, Alastor quickly scrambled to the door and entered the room, sweat coating his brow. But all the anxiety washed away when he noticed the beautiful sight before him.

Mimzy was propped up with a dozen pillows, holding a small cooing bundle close to her chest, rocking the small form delicately with love. Alastor quietly stepped forward, resting next to Mimzy and gently draping his arms around her exhausted form.

The spiraled pink eyes stared up into red eyes with love and adoration.

“Hello Alastor,” she whispered quietly. “Meet your baby daughter; Maizy.”

The deer shapeshifter looked down in the bundle and his smile stretched even wider. A tiny baby with tuffs of yellow and black hair sprouting on her head. Her small chest rose up and down with deep even breaths.

His eyes widen in excitement and he looked back at Mimzy.

“She’s perfect.”

Description
Three hours…

Alastor had been pacing up and down the hallways for three hours, anxiety and fear pumping through his veins as his heart beat hammered like a war drum in his chest. But all while, his never fading demonic grin was plastered on his face, fooling any new comer to the hotel that he was merely over excited.

The pregnancy period of Mimzy was a stressful one and a seeming long one. Given the fact that being with child prevented her from preforming her shows and she was practically forced (by both Alastor and Charlie) to refrain from doing arduous activities that could harm herself or the baby. Especially Alastor, who was relentless on protecting Mimzy and making sure his future hell spawn was healthy and ready for the world.

But now that the time of birth had come, all his underlying nerves and fears had surfaced like a monstrous tsunami on the horizon. He’d managed to smother those feels down by busying himself with taking care of Mimzy and doing all the baby shopping himself. With the help of Nifty and Vaggie, he and the young ladies went shopping for all the necessities (toys, clothes, crib, diapers, and industrially tough chew toys). Mimzy had blushed herself a brilliant scarlet and threw herself into Alastor’s arms, gushing about how much she loved him.

Now the only sound reaching his sensitive ears were Mimzy’s screams of pain and agony behind the closed bedroom door. There was also the muffled, soothing voice of Baxter, who was trying to comfort and encourage Mimzy to push harder.

Yet the fact he wasn’t in the same room as her, comforting her all the way was absolute torture. Hissing in frustration, grin still present on his face, he grabbed his hair roots, almost tearing them out of his head.

“Yo, Al! Take a chill pill, my smiling friend!” The demonic deer-shape shifter turned around to see Angel Dust leaning against the wall, holding his baby Angel Cake in his arms. The multi armed baby cooed up at her papa, reaching to touch his face.

Alastor chuckled, although there was no humor behind it. “Funny, Angel Dust. Last I recall, it took both Husk and myself to prevent you from breaking the door down whistle Vaggie was giving birth.” Angel Dust waved him off.

“That was months ago. I’m much more chill now.” Another agonizing scream echoed through the hallway as another painful contraction hit her with the force of a train. Angel Dust paused for a moment but went back to bouncing his daughter.

Alastor, on the other hand, was beginning to feel faint and his stomach churned with unease. He began to see spots when a long painful groan resonated in his ears. This was overwhelmingly torturous. No amount of painful agony in his life could ever compare to this! He was the father and husband for God’s sakes! Why shouldn’t he be inside, holding his wife’s hand to encourage her to keep trying! Why shouldn’t he-

A loud, wailing cry silenced his thoughts. In fact, that cry had done a lot more.

A heavy thump alerted Angel Dust and he quickly looked over to where Alastor had been pacing like a mad man.

The cannibalistic deer was still there. He was just face first on the carpet, completely unconscious.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A particularly harsh slap was felt across Alastor’s face, causing him to bolt upright with alarm.

Angel was standing over him, one pair of arms holding Angel Cake, who was cooing adorably, while his other four pairs of arms were shaking him like a rage doll. “Alastor! Wake up! The sky is falling!”

Alastor stood upright, dusting himself off and looking to Angel Dust. The spider demon was smiling widely and pointed four sets of index fingers to the once closed bedroom door. Inside, Alastor’s ears twitched to the soft cooing and gentle whispers of love from Mimzy.

His heart in his throat, Alastor quickly scrambled to the door and entered the room, sweat coating his brow. But all the anxiety washed away when he noticed the beautiful sight before him.

Mimzy was propped up with a dozen pillows, holding a small cooing bundle close to her chest, rocking the small form delicately with love. Alastor quietly stepped forward, resting next to Mimzy and gently draping his arms around her exhausted form.

The spiraled pink eyes stared up into red eyes with love and adoration.

“Hello Alastor,” she whispered quietly. “Meet your baby daughter; Maizy.”

The deer shapeshifter looked down in the bundle and his smile stretched even wider. A tiny baby with tuffs of yellow and black hair sprouting on her head. Her small chest rose up and down with deep even breaths.

His eyes widen in excitement and he looked back at Mimzy.

“She’s perfect.”