Astrea thought she was alone in the world, until she discovered that she had been "gifted" by the Devil himself. Unlike most people who have guardian angels, she finds herself with a guardian devil, given a chance for Lucifer's redemption. After a c...
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Astrea's pregnancy had reached an advanced stage, and with each passing day, her anticipation grew. Nesting instincts kicked in, and she found herself driven to prepare their home for the arrival of their baby.
She busied herself with organizing and tidying, wanting everything to be just right. She cleaned every nook and cranny, ensuring a spotless environment for their little one. Dust was banished, surfaces gleamed, and the air smelled of freshness.
She lovingly arranged the nursery, carefully placing stuffed animals, books, and blankets in their designated spots. The soft pastel colors of the room created a serene atmosphere, a haven of tranquility awaiting their baby's first breath.
Astrea's attention to detail extended to every aspect of their home. She meticulously folded tiny clothes, neatly arranging them in drawers and closets. She hung mobiles above the crib, its gentle melodies ready to lull their baby to sleep.
Nesting became a labor of love for her. She handpicked the softest bedding, ensuring their baby would be cradled in comfort. She organized bottles, diapers, and creams, creating an efficient and well-stocked changing area.
But it wasn't just the physical aspects of nesting that consumed her. She also immersed herself in knowledge, devouring books on parenting, attending birthing classes, and seeking advice from friends and family. She wanted to be prepared, equipped with the wisdom and understanding to nurture their child's growth and well-being.
As Astrea immersed herself in nesting, her excitement and love for their unborn baby deepened. Every decision she made, every touch and arrangement, was infused with her devotion and anticipation. Her nesting instincts became a tangible expression of her bond with their little one, a manifestation of the profound love that filled her heart.
Later...
As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow into the nursery, Astrea stood in the center of the room, a small frown of concentration on her face. She had spent the better part of the day rearranging the furniture, trying different layouts to create the perfect space for their baby. Toys, books, and blankets were spread across the floor as she contemplated their placement.
Just as Astrea was about to move a plush elephant to a different shelf, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned to find Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched her.
Lucifer: (Chuckling softly) "My love, I believe this is the fourth time you've rearranged the nursery this week. Is something not to your liking?"
Astrea: (Blushing slightly) "I just want everything to be perfect, babe. I keep thinking that if I move things around, it'll create a better flow, a more welcoming atmosphere for our baby."
Lucifer crossed the room, gently placing a hand on Astrea's shoulder.
Lucifer: "Astrea, every corner of this nursery is already perfect because it's filled with our love. Our baby will feel safe and cherished no matter where the toys are or how the furniture is arranged. You've created a beautiful space, and I know it will bring joy to our little one."
