By the time Devilz Child returned to the doorway of the master bedroom with a couple glasses of Pepsi, Kade had made the descent from intelligent conversation to mere garbled noises. She paused just outside the frame, leaning against it with a shoulder with a glass in each hand as she observed the father and son, the softest of smiles on her scarred lips.
The image the Demonic Angel in Black made with the little boy was almost nausea-inducing in its sweetness. There he sat, in the darkness of his domain, cradling the son neither dreamed of having, babbling silly nonsense with a smirk of odd origins. Disbelief, perhaps, or even contentment. Who knew. He did, and he wasn't about to share anything anytime soon.
She liked to think she understood what he felt.
That Dominic was yet another piece of rightness in their lives. That they were on the path they'd been meant to be on from the start.
The brunette demoness quietly shook that notion off. Fate, Destiny, whatever it could be deemed to be named.. those ideas were too romantic for her taste. Each person made their own path, created their own Destiny. That was that.
But even she couldn't deny how incredibly remarkable and brilliant their paths had combined and continued to wind along.
Kade was right. No force in any plane would stand a chance against them should any come looking to harm Dominic. At least not from an enemy standpoint. It was the familiar ones she worried about most. Those deemed friends could get close and turn on them within moments, and they might be caught unaware.
May the gods forbid that day ever come. That would be her point of no return.
Kade's chuckle brought her back to the moment, and Devilz Child sauntered into the room to hear him connecting sounds into a stream of noise that made her laugh quietly. "Beloved, you know that I love you with unfathomable depths, but you will not be teaching our child how to speak," she informed him as she crossed to the nightstand, setting the glasses down.
"Afraid of the big words he might learn?" he asked with a grin.
"More like afraid of his inability to ever articulate properly," she returned, kneeling beside Kade on the bed in order to rest her chin on his shoulder. "That would certainly keep him from getting anywhere in life, being able to only babble baby speech."
Kade shook his head. "It's not like he understands anything, anyway," he retorted as the demoness brushed a hand across the baby's forehead. "So long as the tone is happy, he'll be happy."
"Daddy simply does not want to admit that he likes talking to his little prince," she mock-whispered to the child, his eyes beginning to flutter as he drifted toward sleep.
"Daddy's sitting right here and can talk for himself," Kade interjected, his voice falling to a whisper to help keep the baby asleep. "And he thinks Mommy's nuts."
The brunette rolled her eyes, reaching for her glass of soda as Kade stood to return Dominic to his bassinet. "You have always believed so," she remarked, watching him tuck the child in, her expression softening, "and yet, you have not run away. Tried to kill me, yes, but not run away. Brings one question to mind."
"And what question would that be?" he inquired as he returned to the bed, taking his own drink in hand.
She smirked as she replied, "Which of us truly is the crazy one."
