Breaking Rules ( Radioapple )

Under The Weather - Part 11

I might be renaming this book at some point, so just a heads up so no one's confused.

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The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains as Alastor slowly woke up on the couch. He blinked a few times, feeling groggy and unusually warm. As he shifted, he realized that Lucifer's head was still resting on his shoulder, their positions unchanged from the night before. Lucifer, sensing movement, stirred and looked up at Alastor with a sleepy smile.

"Morning," Lucifer said, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Alastor replied, though his voice sounded unusually raspy. He cleared his throat, but it didn't help much.

Lucifer frowned, noticing the strain in Alastor's voice. "You okay?"

Alastor shrugged, trying to shake off the discomfort. "Just a bit tired, I think."

Charlie, who had woken up and noticed the two on the couch, approached with her favorite stuffed animal in hand. "Daddy, Papa, can we have breakfast?"

Lucifer gently lifted his head from Alastor's shoulder and stretched. "Sure thing, sweetie. Let's get some breakfast going." He turned to Alastor, noticing the slight flush in his cheeks. "Why don't you rest a bit more? You don't look so great."

Alastor was about to protest, but a sudden wave of dizziness made him think twice. "Maybe just for a few minutes," he conceded, lying back down on the couch.

Lucifer guided Charlie to the kitchen, where they prepared a simple breakfast. As they worked, Lucifer kept glancing back at Alastor, his concern growing. By the time they finished, Alastor had drifted back into a restless sleep, his face flushed with fever.

Lucifer set a tray with toast, tea, and a glass of orange juice on the coffee table. He gently woke Alastor. "Hey, you need to eat something."

Alastor opened his eyes, but his usual bright smile was absent. "I'm not really hungry," he mumbled, sitting up slowly.

"You need to eat," Lucifer insisted, his voice soft but firm. "You'll feel worse if you don't."

Charlie climbed onto the couch next to Alastor, looking up at him with wide, concerned eyes. "Papa, are you sick?"

Alastor managed a weak smile for her. "I think I might be, sweetheart. But it's nothing to worry about."

Charlie hugged her stuffed animal tighter. "You need to get better. Daddy and I will take care of you."

Lucifer nodded, wrapping a blanket around Alastor's shoulders. "We'll make sure you're comfortable. Just rest and let us handle everything."

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Alastor lay back on the couch, bundled in blankets, feeling slightly better but still far from his usual self. He reached for his phone and opened the group chat with his friends, a familiar sense of warmth spreading through him despite his illness.

Alastor: Good morning, everyone.

Angel: mornin Al! finally woke up huh?

Husk: well well look whos alive

Niffty: Hi Alastor! Are you feeling better? 😊

Alastor: Not quite, unfortunately. I seem to have come down with something. Lucifer and Charlie have been taking great care of me, though.

Angel: aww how sweet of luci n charlie

Husk: so, lucifer playing nurse huh? 😏