(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer

Chapter 63: A plan for Mardi Gras

Amos was holding his crying son. "I know your fears son because they were mine but I don't think you have anything to worry about yet. It's only the second month."

"I—thank you Papa."

"Anytime son now get to bed, I'm sure Josephine misses her space heater."

Alastor sniffed and nodded before he attempted to take his mug of hot chocolate to the kitchen but Amos stopped him.

"I've got it son just head on up to bed."

"Night Papa."

"Goodnight son."

He remained seated on the lobby couch and the moment he knew his son was back in his room he sighed heavily. The bonus of having large goat-like ears is the heightened hearing.

His left ear raised and shifted backwards towards the hallway when he heard a sudden movement. He stood up and spoke towards the darkened figure in the hallway.

"Show yourself!"

Abigail stepped out into the dimmed light of the lobby and his cautionary guard lowered.

"Abby? What are you doing up?"

"I...I heard what you told Ally."

"...I..."

She sighed. "You're definitely right. We should've told him that a long time ago." She then chuckled softly and smirked as she rolled her sore shoulders. "So that begs the question, why the hell didn't we?"

He smiled softly as he offered her a seat beside him on the couch. "I haven't the slightest clue Abby? I was simply happy to see him alive and thriving."

Abigail sighed softly and sat down beside him on the couch. "I—Thank you Amos. He needed to hear that from you. It wouldn't have had as much merit coming from me. Some topics only a father can understand."

"Abby...?" He turned and took her hands in his and spoke beseechingly. "Don't demean yourself like that! It would've been just as impactful to him had it been you to tell him instead of me. You know he's always been a Mama's boy, that's what I love the most about our little fawn. He's like you. I see it every time he smiles. He has your beautiful grin."

"No...he's more like you than you realize Amos. His devotion, his dedication to whatever he sets his mind to, his twisted sense of humor and that witty personality...that's not me. That's all you." He smiled fondly at her and she hesitated and removed her hands before adverting her gaze to her lap. She was now wringing her hands together within her nightgown.

"I...I can see how much you've changed Amos..." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. "Really and truly I do. I see it, everyday now. And...and I want to say that I forgive you but—I—I..."

Amos took her right hand in his and whispered soothingly towards her as he gently carressed her knuckles in a way he knew would calm her down. "I understand, you can't forgive me just yet." She was trembling as the tears in her eyes over all the loving moments they've shared dotting over their unborn son and throughout his infancy flooded her brain. The tears fell and Amos's heart cried out with compassion and his right hand moved on pure instinct to gently wipe the tears away from her left cheekbone.

"It's—It's alright Abby, I don't need your forgiveness. This—right here, right now—is enough for me Abigail. This will always be enough for me... Please don't push yourself into forgiveness." He caressed her cheekbone softly with his thumb and whispered with a gentle smile. "Just spending quiet moments like this with my family...is all I'll ever need to be happy."