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"Y'know, when I said that I wanted a fitting dress, I meant something a bit less... like this."
Alastor ground his teeth together, doing the best he could to keep from strangling Angel. His claws dug into his palms, doing very little to relieve his stress. "Why, then, did you insist on saying to pick out 'whatever size' I deemed fit?!"
"Uh, because I don't look like I swallowed a whole watermelon yet!" Angel scoffed, tossing the lovely pink, satin laced dress at Alastor. "Don't get me wrong, though, it's absolutely gorgeous. I really do appreciate the effort."
"Anthony, it's a maternity dress! It's meant to fit women at any stage of pregnancy!" Alastor groaned, trying to keep from pinning his ears flat against his head. "Of all things holy and unholy, why did we agree to get pregnant?"
Angel snickered, scratching under Alastor's chin. The result was almost instantaneous, with Alastor leaning into the touch and wagging his tail rapidly. This lasted for only mere seconds before Alastor pushed Angel back, making sure to be at least somewhat gentle to keep from harming the baby. Of course, Alastor would never want anything to happen to his unborn fawn, but sometimes it was difficult to deal with the carrier of said unborn fawn. It almost seemed as if pregnant Angel was worse than normal Angel, which confused Alastor to his core.
"Please at least try on the dress!" Alastor pleaded. "If anything at all, then show enough mercy to get us out of this store! We've been shopping for appropriate clothing for nearly three hours now!"
"Alright, okay!" Angel sighed, grabbing the dress and making his way into the dressing room.
The decision was enough to make Alastor fall back onto a chair and almost burst into tears of joy. Times like these always grated on Alastor's nerves, making him wonder how and why he let this happen. Every time he would ask himself the question, things all came down to his biology. The whole concept of being a Breeder or Non-Breeder was absolutely ridiculous notion to Alastor. While it made sense when applied to some demons, who either had high sex drives (i.e. Angel) or low/nonexistent sex drives (i.e. Alastor). To know that the Radio Demon had been labeled a Breeder was a shock to everyone in the hotel, as the only other Breeders were Charlie and Angel.
"And Breeders would be able to produce offspring." Alastor huffed, perking his ears up when Angel came out of the dressing room. The dress fit perfectly, as expected, yet Angel seemed somewhat distressed regardless. "Angel? Is something the matter, cher?"
"What if something happens to our baby?" Angel whimpered, sniffling as tears started to slide down his furry cheeks. "What if I turn out to be a bad mother?"
"Oh, mon amour, you will be the best mother, I'm sure." Alastor assured, standing up to caress Angel's cheek. "Any fawn would be lucky to have you as their parent."
Angel's fur puffed up slightly, and a small smile appeared on his face. "D'aw, you're just sayin' that."
"Trust me, darling; you would know very well if I was merely trying to sweet talk you." Alastor chuckled. Not that he even needed to try; Angel had been snagged and caught since they first met. Everyone in Hell knew that Angel was a Breeder, albeit a submissive one, and had all placed their money on the spider being the carrier of any babies he'd likely end up creating. "Now, how about we purchase this dress and get something to eat, hmm?"
"Yeah, that sounds nice." Angel hummed, walking back into the dressing room to change back into his previous clothing. Everything he used to own was slowly beginning to stretch due to his growing stomach, so he was forced to accommodate the situation with maternity clothes. Thankfully, not too many demons were out at the moment, leaving Angel and Alastor to peacefully shop. "Y'know, a nice plate of sturgeon sounds really good right now."
"I'm sure it does." Alastor snickered. "Very well, we can go to a nearby seafood restaurant."
"Yay!" Angel cheered lightly, taking quiet strides with Alastor to the cash register. The couple purchased the dress with very little trouble, talking to each other and indulging in witty banter about who the fawn was most likely going to resemble. Angel claimed that it would at least receive the multiple limbs, and Alastor declared that it would likely have plenty of deer features as well. "You, my dear Radio Demon, never fail to amuse me."
"Don't you mean amaze?" a nosy demon inquired, tilting their head.
"Nope." Angel and Alastor replied simultaneously.
That earned them a confused hum, followed by a quick scuttle away. Angel snickered at the response, and Alastor smirked in what seemed to be pride. They were seated almost immediately, and their orders were hastily taken. It almost saddened Angel to be feared just because of who his chosen mate was.
Almost.
"So... should we talk about names?" Angel asked calmly, placing a secondary hand over his slightly distended stomach.
"Dear, we're only at the four-month mark." Alastor snickered, grabbing one of Angel's free hands. "Let's wait a little longer."
Angel groaned, rolling his eyes playfully. Their food arrived around five minutes later, and Angel eagerly started to tear into his food without saying anything. Alastor ate at a slower pace, almost laughing at Angel's ravenous appetite. The dinner in itself was magnificent and did wonders for Angel's cravings. The meal left both men full and content, carrying them back to the hotel.
"Couch nap?" Angel asked, looking over at Alastor tiredly.
"Couch nap." the stag agreed, leading Angel to the lobby couch and sighing as they sat down. Both of them fell asleep almost immediately, not at all bothered by the looks of confusion they earned.
It was just nice to have a calm enough day to themselves.