Chapter 4: Uncle Angie

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Alastor held his daughter tight in his arms as he was fast asleep in the chair, her asleep in his arms. Until Charlie walked in. Alastor woke immediately. He blinked, still waking up a bit.

"Hello my dear." He said with a groan.

"Hi, Al!" She said with a smile. "Would you mind if I..." she gestured towards Annabelle. Alastor was hesitant, but passed his daughter to Charlie. "You can have some time with her after." Charlie had a bottle in her hand. 

"Shouldn't you be—" Alastor started, but was cut off by Charlie.

"They said she needs a special formula, she's allergic to milk." Charlie said, holding her daughter  who was half awake, but still drinking the bottle. "Also, I promised Angel he could hold her." After Charlie said that, Alastor's pupils became radio dials. "But it's fine." She said, he immediately calmed down, and his pupils were normal again. "He promised he'd be careful with our little demon. Didn't he!" Charlie held Annabelle up to her face once she was done drinking her bottle. Annabelle giggled, and so did Charlie. Charlie started walking down the large golden stairs, until she was face to face with Angel Dust. His eyes lit up when she asked if he wanted to hold the kid. He sat on the couch as quickly as possible, and threw his arms out to hold the baby. He cradled Annabelle in his arms, and talked to her, played with her, and she also fell asleep in Angel's arms, all swaddled up. Even Fat Nuggets laid down next to them. 

"Charlie, she's so precious." He whispered to Charlie. She smiled and sat beside him.

"She seems to like you a lot." Charlie smiled at Angel. Alastor was standing in the background, watching the interaction between the two. 

What was this feeling?? 


Was it really....




Jealousy

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