Daddy's Girl Alastor X Reader

Ch 44 -- The Amulet of Thornes

The week went on like years. Waiting for Alastor to be discharged was like a child waiting for their parents to get up on Christmas.

It hadn't happened when you had wanted it to happen, they'd kept Alastor until the Wednesday after they'd initially said they'd release him, and in that time, you had damn near lost your mind.

When Alastor had come home, it was like it had never happened.

He didn't even limp or have trouble reaching upwards.

Sure, there was a bright pink scar on his chest and abdomen now, but it didn't seem to bother him.

You'd spoken briefly with your father about Stolas's amulet proposition, but he still seemed unsure. Honestly, all you'd wanted was an answer, but past the first day, you didn't care too much as the grief set in.

Alastor had noticed and rarely left you alone. He seemed to act more like a parent than your fiance, which annoyed you slightly. It appeared he viewed you as something fragile as you'd break at the slightest breath. Come to think of it, everyone had been treating you that way.

The only one who didn't was... well, Ambrose.

Ironically enough, he was the least annoying day in and day out. By now, you only left the nursery to eat or go to bed with Alastor.

It was the only place others hesitated to go.

Even now, sitting here with Ambrose in your arms, nothing but his soft coos filling your ears, you felt a slight sense of peace. A giggle escaped your lips as you lifted him, letting his legs, now chunky and plump, dangle beneath him.

"You've gotten so big!" You giggled as though he'd answer. In a way, he did; Ambrose's mouth slowly opened as his crimson eyes focused on you, and he gave a single noise resembling a laugh: "You've got your daddy's red eyes. I bet you'll probably take after him."

"You think so?" Alastor's voice sounded behind you, making you turn your head to face him with a plain look as you lowered the baby back into your arms against your chest.

Alastor gave a soft smile, as he typically did, and approached you and his son. You said nothing, looking away with a soft frown while he pulled up a chair beside you. He sat there momentarily, seemingly going over what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. You sat there, trying to anticipate what he would say, anticipating when he'd speak, but he never did.

Alastor remained quiet, eventually lifting his hand to lay it over the side of Ambrose's face. His thumb softly passed over the boy's cheek.

He still said nothing, and his silence... it was suffocating.

You were so used to him talking, trying to find a way to solve the problem, but he kept his silence.

For once, the radio demon had nothing to announce.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, and you broke the silence, "Why are you in here?" your voice was soft, hardly more than a whisper.

"Because I wanted to see you," Alastor said, as though it were the most straightforward question in the world, "and Ambrose seems to be the only one you want to talk to, so I thought I'd just... sit in here with you. Nothing I say will make you feel better; it only makes you more angry."

You gave a small huff; he was already annoying you.

"I don't know why... everything is pissing me off. I'm so sick of people looking at me like I'm some poorly made wine glass... like I'll shatter," your words slowly grew quieter, "I feel awful about it, but you just... being here is getting under my skin," you admitted, not wanting to look at Alastor.