~𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠~

ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟?!

~Location: Lucifer's room~
~Time: 2:22 Am~
~Pov: Lucifer's pov~

I was sitting in my bed because I couldn't sleep, something was worrying the heck out of me and I couldn't ignore it. "How on hell would I tell my daughter about this?! Her business partner and her father- DATING????"
Maybe I was worrying to much about this but I just couldn't get it out of my head.
"What if she's going to hate me??"
*GASP*
"WHAT IF SHE HATES ME 😭
A- AND SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE-"
*INHALE*
......
I started to worry tons and sat on my bed sobbing to myself.
*inhale*
"What if she thinks I'm horrible.
What if- what if-"
*inhale*
I heard footsteps outside of my door in the hallway so I silenced myself hoping they didn't hear me crying about this.

*inhale*
"But what if she does hate me?"
....
"Oh fuck.. She's gonna HATE ME!"
*GASP*
Someone knocked on my door.
I froze on my bed and stayed silent occasionally gasping from working myself up.
"Lucifer I couldn't help but notice some crying coming from your room as I walked past, are you allright in there?"
*gasp*
"Y- Yes I'm fine"
"You don't sound fine."
As he replied with that I held back my tears but not being able to reply or else I'd just break down in tears and if I did it in front of him he may think I was not okay, witch I am okay!, right?
*gasp*
"Lucifer may I come in to see what's the matter?"

(AWH HE'S SO KIND 😭😭)

"If you want to I guess-"
"Only with your permission may I come in"

(Random ahh 11 O'Clock fancy writing)

"You have permission I guess.."
The deer walked in my room and stood there for a second not knowing what to do, as he closed the door behind him and sat next to me. He looked at me.
"Are you okay?"
I'd been trying my best to hold back my tears but as soon as he said "are you okay?" He had set me off, as I started crying and tried speaking.
"I- I-"
*gasp*
He put his arm around me something that I never knew he'd do.
"Don't get yourself worked up"
He wiped a tear away from my face. I started to cry even more gasping trying to catch my breath.
"She's g- gonna h- hate me....."
*gasp*

"Lucifer who's this, she?"
*gasp*
"Ch- Charlie.."
I continued to cry again with my head in my hands, embarrassed about crying about this.
"Your getting yourself worked up, it's okay calm down"
I couldn't stop crying, even if I wanted to. I did what to stop but I just couldn't, I gasped for air again as I covered my face.
Alastor hugged me suddenly as I just continued to cry in his arms, I hadn't felt this much comfort in years since lillth left nobody had ever checked up on me or even hugged me other than my daughter, but that was different..
I kept gasping for air as the deer tried his best to comfort me.
"It's okay Lucifer, she won't hate you.."
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
"You think so-?"
*sniff*
He nodded.

"B- But what if she does hate me?!"
*inhale*
As I started to cry I gasped for air as he ran his fingers through my hair trying to calm me down. I was so upset and worried that my own daughter might hate me for liking someone, but surely she's never do that right?
I was hugging him while crying I opened my eyes a slight bit, feeling guilty that I got tears all over his clothes.
I'm surprised he even hugged me.
........
I started gasping for air again and coughed from crying tons as I tried to calm down, but I couldn't I had worked myself up so much that I couldn't stop.
"Hey Lucifer it's okay."
The deer looked down at me and smiled showing strings around his mouth....
It was quite horrific to see if I was being honest as a automatic look of fright spread across my face, causing Alastor to look away and hide his smile feeling embarrassed by the strings sown into his face.
"Oh no Al I'm sorry-"
I stammered feeling guilty I made that look at him.
"No no no... It's fine"
The strings sown into his face dissapearing as he looked back at me, I could tell I made him upset from the way his smile looked, it didn't look the same as it all ways did. It was all most a.. Sad smile?
"Al?.... Why can't you stop smiling."
As soon as I said that I could tell I shouldn't of.
"It's complicated."
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Fuck.....