Huskerdust Oneshots

Surprise

A/N: If you don't like Mpreg, don't fucking read it okay? I get kinda tired of hearing people complain about it tbh

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Husk was making his way down the hall when he heard what sounded like a muffled sob coming from Angel's room.

"Everything okay in there?" The bartender asked, knocking on the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Everything's fine!" Angel replied, but Husk could tell something was wrong, so without warning he opened the door. He saw Angel on the bed looking like he was in pain.

"Shit, what's wrong?" Husk asks, immediately feeling the panic rising in his chest.

"I don't know, but my stomach hurts really bad. I think I'm gonna die." Angel whimpers. "Again."

"Okay, I'm getting a doctor. Just hold on." Husk says, rushing to Lucifer's room. He opened the door without warning, and he caught a glimpse of a red clothed figure disappearing into shadows as the king of hell straightened his jacket.

"Husk, what did we say about knocking?--"

"Angel needs a doctor. He says his abdomen is cramping." Husk cut him off.

"Abdominal cramping?" Lucifer asked, an unreadable expression on his face.

"He's in serious pain, and I don't want him to die again because of whatever's going on in there."

"Alright. I'll call a doctor." Lucifer replied, dialing a number. "This is Lucifer Morningstar, is Dr Jacobs available?... A friend of mine is experiencing severe abdominal pains, he needs to be seen as soon as possible... Thank you, it's the Hazbin Hotel, he's in room 9... alright, bye."

Husk returned to Angel's room to let him know the doctor was on his way, and the spider demon curled into a ball in the cat's arms, sobbing softly.

"It hurts, whiskers. It hurts so much..." Angel was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching his midsection as another wave of pain hit him. He screamed out in agony, his claws tearing out a bit of Husk's fur and drawing blood. The bartender hissed quietly from the pain, but he didn't stop comforting Angel as they waited for the doctor.

Finally Dr Jacobs arrived with his nurse Lola, introducing himself quickly before beginning his examination. He pressed on Angel's abdomen, a perplexed look crossing his face as he grabbed a small portable ultrasound machine from his bag. He pressed the probe against Angel's belly, looking at the screen in disbelief.

"Lola, we need to get this patient prepped for a cesarian. He's in the final stages of active labor, if we don't move quickly the baby might not make it." Dr Jacobs said, and Angel stared at him blankly for a few seconds before busting out laughing.

"You're joking, right? You are aware I'm a dude with a cock and balls, aren't you? I'm not fucking pregnant. Do you see a pussy and fucking tits here, you sad sack of poorly packaged horse-- SHIT!" Angel was cut off by another wave of excruciating pain. "Fine. Do whatever you have to, just make the pain stop."

"Alright. Lola, scrubs and anaesthetic." Dr Jacobs says, quickly putting on his scrubs before taking the needle from Lola. "Alright, you'll feel a little poke and then you won't be able to feel a thing, okay?"

"Just fucking give me the drugs, dickhead." Angel grumbled, wincing as the needle pierced his skin. But then a feeling of pure bliss washed over him as the pain was finally numbed. He could have sobbed, it was such a huge relief.

"Alright, scalpel." Dr Jacobs says, and a moment later Angel felt a dull pressure on his skin. He closed his eyes tight, focusing on the feeling of Husk holding onto his hand. His mind was racing with confusion and panic. Pregnant? I was pregnant all this time? What am I gonna do? I can't be a good mother, can I? What kinda mother would I be? A dick sucking whore porn star with a drug problem and alcohol dependecy? Granted, I haven't done any of that in a good eight months, but still I--

Suddenly,a piercing cry filled the room. Angel opened his eyes, seeing Lola holding a small, wet creature in her arms. "It's a girl."

She laid the infant on Angel's chest, and the spider awkwardly held her close, unsure of what to do. Husk put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You did it, kid." Husk says, smiling fondly at the spider. "I'm so proud of you."

"I...I don't even know if I can do this." Angel says as Dr Jacobs finished stitching him back up. "I mean, what kind of parent am I gonna be? Am I gonna end just like my dad? Am I gonna lead her down the same road I was on?"

"You wouldn't be saying those things if you were." Husk says, taking Angel's hand again. "I know you're scared, but I'm gonna be right here every step of the way, Angel. I promise."

"Thanks, whiskers." Angel whispers, suddenly exhausted.

"Is he okay?" Husk asked the doctor.

"That's just the adrenaline wearing off. He needs his rest, they both do." Jacobs assured him.

Husk carefully took the infant from Angel's arms, encouraging the spider to get some sleep. The cat held the baby carefully, using some muscle memory to recall how to properly hold a newborn as he took her and got her cleaned up. He swaddled her in a pink blanket, returning to Angel's bedside. The spider was fast asleep, exhausted, and so Husk went to tell the others what happened. Charlie was excited and terrified and confused all at once, and immediately started offering to let Angel use some of her old baby clothes from when she was little and even let Husk have her old crib for the baby. They got the crib set up in Angel's room, and Husk set the baby in it carefully, making sure not to wake her from her nap.

A few hours later, Angel woke up, groggy and disoriented. Suddenly he remembered his baby, and he panicked for a moment before spotting the crib beside his bed. There was a soft recliner set up next to it, which Husk was fast asleep in. Angel smiled softly and sat up, wincing softly at the pain from his stitches. The sound woke Husk, who was immediately on his feet.

"Don't move too much, you got stitches remember?" Husk reminds him, helping him sit back against the pillows.

"Can I see her?" Angel asks. Husk picked up the little fluffball, who was now wearing a little pink onesie, and laid her in Angel's arms. The spider ran his fingers through her fluffy hair, gazing at her in disbelief. "She's so tiny."

"Jacobs said she was perfectly healthy." Husk says, sitting beside Angel on the bed.

"I never knew. I was never even showing." Angel says in disbelief.

"It happens sometimes." Husk says. "When I was alive, I had a wife, and two girls. When she was pregnant the first time, we got a little worried when she wasn't showing by even six months. The doctor was concerned at first too, but a nurse told us about her mother never showed either, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with her or her kids. My two girls were... perfect as well."

"You were a dad?" Angel says, dumfounded. "That kinda fits, to be honest."

"At least I'll be able to help you out with her." Husk says reassuringly. "It's been a long time now, but I still remember how terrified I was when my Evelyn and I had our first daughter. I didn't have a damn clue what I was doing, but by our second daughter, we had it all figured out."

"I don't even know what to name her." Angel says, lost for words.

"Well, I'm sure we'll think of something." Husk says, putting an arm around Angel's shoulders. "I'm proud of you, Angel. She's a belle."

"Belle... Isabella." Angel whispers. "That's her name. Isabella."

"Isabella." Husk says softly, looking at the little ball of fluff. "Yeah, that fits."

Angel was silent for a moment, leaning his head against Husk's chest. "I love you, whiskers." Angel whispers, looking at the cat fondly.

"I love you too, Anthony." Husk replies. "And I promise, I'll shelter and adore you two more than anything..."

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A/N: I may continue this one later on, I'll have to see 💗