Healing Blitzo

Hospital Visit Part 2

A father.

He was going to be a father.

The thought of it all was still just unbelievable for Moxxie. After waking up, he had given his wife the biggest kiss of all time and happily agreed with her to spread the news to everyone they knew. She had just left to phone her family back in the Wrath Ring to give them the good news while Moxxie asked for a moment to himself. He was currently looking out a window from the same level where Blitzo was staying, where he could see his wonderful wife happily screaming into the phone. No doubt that Lin and Joe would be all ecstatic that they were getting a grandkid, the first among their children. Something Millie was clearly going to rub in Sallie May's face.

No doubt that she, along with the rest of the family, was going to be surprised that Moxxie got their little Millie pregnant in the first place. Despite his best efforts, he knew that the family never really approved of Moxxie being their darling little murderer's husband. While part of it was that he wasn't physically strong as the rest of the family, preferring to kill from a range instead of up close and personal, the other part of it was that, unlike the rest of them, he actually grew up outside of the Wrath Ring despite being born there originally. There was always prejudice stigma between the imps who actually lived on the farms that fed most of Hell and those who didn't, especially if they weren't born in the Wrath Ring. Wrathborn imps always thought that outsider imps were weaker, haughty, and refused to do the great service for Hell they were meant to do by feeding it. Outsider imps believed that the wrathborn were uneducated hicks content to being servants (Or Slave Labor for the more radical) for the higher-ups of Hell while narrow-minded in their thinking by refusing to see alternate paths for themselves.

Still, Moxxie never stopped trying to get his in-laws to accept him. Maybe I can do that by being a good father? I certainly can't be worse then...

Closing his eyes, Moxxie refused to think of his real father. Or his mother, for that matter. He didn't even want to begin thinking of how they would react to knowing that they had a grandchild, and as far as Moxxie was concerned, he didn't want them knowing anything at all. He hadn't seen them for years, and he had no plans of changing that. Not unless he had a fully loaded shotgun with angel buckshot ready to wipe them out. Mainly because they would be trying to kill him with just as much vigor.

Of course, nobody knew that. Not even Millie knew of the terrible (and that was putting it lightly) relationship he had with his parents. It was the one secret Moxxie had kept from her both because it was painful to reflect upon, and it was to protect her. The truth about his parents was something he would never tell anybody so long as he lived. All he said was that they were dead, and that was it. And hopefully, that will continue to be believed.

He saw Millie wave from outside the hospital and smiled as he waved back. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about terrible memories. Now was the time to be happy that he was going to have a son or daughter in a few months. There was so much to plan and do, but right now, he just wanted to tell the others about the good news as fast as possible.

"Hey, Moxxie!"

"Huh?" Moxxie turned around to see some devil kid in a hospital gown with a water balloon in his hands. "Do you need something, little one? Wait, how did you know my-"

SPLASH!

"Gah! Phhhttt! What the hell was that...wait a minute...is this pee?!"

***

"...and that's why I'm not allowed to use rusty spoons as weapons anymore," Loona finished her story while Octavia looked at her friend with a disturbed face. "What? Too gruesome?"