Demons

Acceptance And Spaghetti

A/N

I haven't updated this story in almost a year because I have had major writer's block, but I reread the entire thing today and a shit ton popped in my head. Yay!!

While reading this, I realized y'all are fucking hilarious. Some of the comments on this story had me wheezing. Please continue to be funny af, I love it.

ON WITH THE SHIT SHOW!

Y/N POV

We knew a lot of things would be highly unexpected with this pregnancy, but we didn't realize how truly strange things would be. Not only were the typical pregnancy side effects intensified by a thousand, but the baby was growing at an exceptional rate. I was only two months along, but looked as if I were seven or eight. Which meant we had to get everything set up fast.

Thankfully, we managed to seal the deal on the house we were looking at. It was the perfect amount of space for the three of us, and extra for when the guys were over as well. Speaking of the guys, I have no idea what I'd do without their help at this point. They helped move us in, have kept me calm and fed, and have been helping set up the nursery.

"Are you sure we can't do this Hell themed? We can have a cute little bear with devil horns!" Gerard squealed.

"No, Gerard. We're sticking to the nautical theme for him. Go have your own half human, half demon baby." I rolled my eyes at the man, who was currently helping Frank put the crib together.

"Oh, c'mon. Hell can be cute too!" He pouted. Definitely not a sentence I thought I'd ever hear. Then again, I never thought anything like this would happen. I don't think anyone would. Maybe some crazy author writing a bad romance novel, but that's about it. This isn't something people in the real world would think of.

"Like I said, go have your own baby and then you can have a Hell nursery." I chuckled. "This is my baby."

"Um, this is our baby, thank you very much." Frank butted in.

"Sorry, our baby!" I corrected myself. "And we want our baby to have a nautical theme. Well, I do, and Frank is kind enough to let me choose."

"To be fair, you're the one carrying him and will most likely die birthing him." Frank shrugged. Once again, not a sentence I thought I'd ever hear, at least without panicking. I've accepted my choice. I know I'll die, I know it'll be painful, but I'll be back. I'll be with Frank forever, and we will have our baby. We'll have our own little life together. So death doesn't scare me anymore.

"Smart man." Ray laughed from the other side of the room. "I have the baby clothes if you want help putting them away."

"I'd love that, thank you!" I turned around and hobbled over to Ray, who began unpacking the many bags of clothes. "We'll organize them on the table and then you can help me put them away?" 

"Sounds good to me." He smiled.

We separated everything by size first, then from size we went to article of clothing. Frank had gone kind of insane with buying stuff for the baby, so going through everything took at least two hours, but it was necessary.

"I'd say let's have a baby shower, but I don't have any human friends or family." I joked.

"Yeah, and I don't feel completely comfortable with bring my pregnant human girlfriend to Hell for a party with a bunch of demons." Frank chuckled.

Man this whole thing is fucking weird.

"I say we take a dinner break and then we can finish putting everything away." I announced as I stretched. "Do you remember where you put the crib sheets?"

"Yeah, they're in that bag over there." He pointed to a clear bag in the corner. "We can put them on after we feed you. I'm sure you're starving."

"We are, trust me." I replied, rubbing my swollen stomach. He walked over to me, kissing me on the forehead before walking me to the kitchen.

"So what are you feeling up to now that you're off the burrito kick?" He asked as I sat at the table.

"Spaghetti. Like, a whole pot full of it." I said, basically drooling at the thought.

"I'm still not used to you eating this much." He laughed as he grabbed the necessary ingredients.

"I'm not either, trust me." I giggled. "I wonder what the baby will eat. I mean, It'll have to be formula if I die, since I most likely will."

"Hey, you don't know that yet." He spoke softly as he looked over to me.

"It's okay, I've accepted it." I smiled lightly. "I mean, even through whatever pain I'll have to endure, I'll come back to you. I'll come back to both of you, and we'll be together forever."

"You're so brave, Y/N." He set the box of uncooked pasta on the counter, then walked over to me. He crouched down in front of me, then cupped my face in his soft, tattooed hand. "I love you."

"I love you more, Frank," I paused, "and I wouldn't change things at all. If anything, I would've accidentally summoned you before wasting money on art school."

"No offense, but what made you pick that to begin with?" He questioned, trying not to laugh at my previous comment.

"It's the only thing I've ever been good at, honestly. You've seen how clumsy I am so being any sort of doctor is out of the question and nothing else really seemed appealing. So, I decided on that. Had a crazy dream that maybe one day I could have some of my own art hanging in museums." I sighed.

"Well, you'll have eternity to get that dream of yours to come true." He kissed me quickly before walking back over to the stove, where the water had begun to boil. 

"Yes I will."