Helluva Child

2: Family feud

"Is our little (name) hungwy?"

Millie tickled you in your pudgy tummy, making you giggle and cheer eagerly, clapping your hands as you bounced lightly in the seat of your highchair.

Millie giggled laying a few kisses on your head, as Moxxie smiled over his shoulder at his lover and child as he prepared dinner. "Honey, can you get me the butter?"

"Sure, sweetie." With one final pat to your head, she walks over to the fridge to retrieve the dairy product.

..only to be handed a mushy, viscous pile of the stuff by a pair of red hands from the ice box. "Spoiler alert: the butter's spoiled!"

Despite her initial shock, millie giggles lightly at the joke. You simply giggled lightly at the funny imp man crammed in the fridge.

Hearing this, moxxie turned to his lover, with a mildly uneasy smile. "What's so funny, honey?"

Beside Millie was none other than blitzø, who was Huddled in the comparatively small fridge. "Very impressive wordplay."

Your father wasn't amused in the slightest. "WHAT THE-?! WHY ARE YOU IN OUR FRIDGE!?!!"
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That night, Moxxie and Millie was in bed, With millie sleeping peacefully and moxxie struggling slightly in his sleep as sounds disturbed him. The sound of a cat's purring then filled his ears, which was enough to finally wake moxxie up. Upon opening his eyes, he was met with the illuminating eyes of his boss, staring right into his.

"Whatcha dreaming about?" He asked casually with a curious smile.

"I was dreaming my parents were being murdered." Mox replied, before glaring tiredly at his boss. "But now... I'd like to go back to that."
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Later on, You played contently in your playpen, listening as the special song moxxie had wrote for millie. When the song had started coming to a close, you look up at your parents as they tenderly cuddled upto each other on the couch.

🎵Of all the imps in hell, it's for her that I fell~🎵

🎵Oh millie..~🎵

You giggled and clapped at the ending, wagging your tail as your parents leaned in to share a tender kiss...

...only for your father to notice something outside their window. Puzzled at the pause, you followed his gaze to the window. There stood none other than Blitzø smiling innocently as he held a small camera.

"...Are you f**king filming us right now?!"
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"Oh, (nickname)!~" Moxxie coos, walking into your nursery, holding up a baby bottle. "Time to e-"

He paused, finding you and Blitzø sitting on the ground, watching with adoration as you scarfed down burnt, sloppily iced cupcakes without question. "Dats right, eat it all.~" He cooes poking your tum lightly before turns to give an innocent smile at his employee. "Sorry mox, but I needed to get rid of these. They were sitting in the breakroom for almost a month now."

Moxxie's eye twitched.

"GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD!"
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"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie hissed, losing his grip on his patience. "And why did you even bring (name) into this? They're barely a month old! You didn't even let Millie take maternity leave!"

Blitzø, ignoring moxxie's anger, shrugs nonchalantly. "Wasn't 'bout to lose profit because ya couldn't wrap it. And we gotta give the kid a head start to carrying on the family tradition!" He waves at you affectionately, in which you waved back, prompting moxxie to gently lower your arm. "Besides, I don't see what the issue is!" He then points a cheeky finger at the annoyed imp. "Is there somethin' you don't want me seein'?"

Your father's eye twitches in anger. "No!"

Loona starts to snicker as Blitzø continues his taunting. "You a baby-wiener-haver?"

Moxxie slams his fists into the table in offense. "Sir, what you say and how you act is totally-" He rises from his chair, raising his finger furiously. "INAPPROPRIATE!!"

Quickly, millie places her hand on his shoulder, coaxing him back down to his seat. "Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!!"

You flinched at your father's out burst, watching with puzzled concern as your mother hugged your whimpering father's head, shushing him in comfort.

"Look I don't judge the boring couple stuff you do outside of work hours," He makes an inappropriate hand gesture to emphasize his meaning. "Or the freaky spawn that produced." He gestures to you in Millie's lap, as you tried to pull your foot to your mouth. "So don't. Judge. Me."

"Oh I do judge you." Moxxie fired back sharply. "Quite a lot, actually! And leave our child out of this!"

"Mox, he's our boss!" Millie chides sharply.

"No no no, it's fine, mills. Your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive..." he feigns thought for a moment before smuggly grinning at the couple. "R*tar*ed." He then slides his gaze to you, who was now laying against Millie's belly, contently suckling your tiny hooves. "Your kid was just unfortunate enough to inherit those genes."

"Does immaturely insulting me and my (son/daughter) make you feel better about your sad, single life?" Moxxie asked spitefully, suddenly standing beside his boss.

Seeming unfazed by the jeer, Blitzø leans closely to moxxie, wearing a very smug grin. "It actually does."

"The only reason that you have a wife," Loona suddenly speaks up, looking up from her phone to glare at moxxie. "Is because, like that kid of yours, you're easy to manage."

Finally, this was enough to anger Millie as she slammed her hands into the table, glaring at the hellhound in rage. "No they're not, you b**ch!" She growls, flipping the hound the double bird as the latter snarls at her in retaliation. You didn't know what she meant by easy to manage, but you still glared at the hound as well seeing how she upset your mother.

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way!" Defended Blitzø. "She is sensitive."

"Yes I am!" Loona agrees harshly with a snap of her jaws.

"You guys are all f**king a**holes."

The bickering comes to a stop, at a young voice sounding from the other side of the table. Turning to the source, they find the child, still sprawled on the gurney, glaring at them in annoyance.