hazbin hotel chaggie fanfic

Part 10

Five months had passed, and the once-hidden secret had now become impossible to ignore. Vaggie's pregnancy was fully visible, her stomach rounded with the imminent arrival of their daughter, Angelita. Charlie had been nothing but supportive throughout, despite Vaggie's mood swings and unpredictable cravings, but today was a different challenge altogether. Lucifer and Alastor were both at the hotel, and the tension between them was palpable.

Today, Vaggie sat in the hotel lobby, rubbing her swollen belly absentmindedly while she watched Charlie work on the finishing touches for a new event. Her back ached, her feet were sore, and she felt a constant pressure in her lower abdomen that reminded her of just how close she was to giving birth.

As she leaned back into the plush chair, a shadow fell over her. She glanced up to see Lucifer, his usual dramatic flair in full effect as he strutted toward her.

"Well, well, well," Lucifer drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glanced at Vaggie's large belly. "You're practically ready to pop, aren't you, dear?" He gave a mock gasp. "I can hardly believe my daughter let you get this far along without having some sort of royal breakdown."

Vaggie rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "She's been amazing, actually. A lot more supportive than you, apparently."

"Oh, come now," Lucifer waved dismissively, a dramatic pout forming. "I've been nothing but helpful. I haven't once mentioned how much you waddle now or how absolutely massive you've gotten."

Vaggie shot him a look, her irritation flaring, but before she could respond, a familiar voice chimed in, smooth as ever.

"Ah, Vaggie, darling! You're absolutely glowing!" Alastor appeared from around the corner, his wide grin ever-present, eyes gleaming with his usual unnerving energy. He approached her with that same eerie politeness that always set everyone on edge. "Though I must say, the way you carry yourself now is remarkably... well, round"

Lucifer's face immediately twisted in disgust. "Oh, great," he muttered under his breath. "*Radio Demon.*"

Vaggie shot Alastor a dry look, barely containing her eye roll. "Thanks, Alastor. Just what I wanted to hear."

Alastor, of course, took no notice of the sarcasm. "No need to thank me, dear! It's simply a fact! And I must say, you've done quite the job managing to stay active in this state." He winked, then glanced at Lucifer with a knowing smile. "Though I doubt *some* in the room could handle it so gracefully."

Lucifer's lip curled into a sneer. "Oh, please. I could manage far better than you, Alastor, given your, let's say, *lack* of certain necessary traits."

Alastor's grin never wavered, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, Lucifer, dear, no need to be so jealous. Not everyone can have the poise and elegance that I do."

Lucifer scoffed. "Jealous? Of you?" He crossed his arms, clearly irritated by Alastor's presence. "I'm the ruler of Hell, not some *performer* who prances around with a microphone, pretending to be important."

"Oh, but performance is everything, *Lucifer*," Alastor shot back, his grin widening. "You, of all people, should know that."

Vaggie sighed, her patience running thin as the two men continued their thinly veiled insults. She rubbed her belly again, feeling a sharp kick from the baby. "Do you two *ever* stop bickering?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them both.

Charlie, who had been nearby, overheard the exchange and quickly rushed over, sensing the tension. "Dad, Alastor, please. Can we not do this today? Vaggie's already uncomfortable, and this isn't helping."

Lucifer huffed dramatically, waving a hand in dismissal. "Fine, fine. I was just about to take my leave anyway. I don't have the time to waste on... *lesser demons.*" He shot a glare at Alastor before turning back to Vaggie with a more genuine expression. "Good luck with the birth, dear. Let's hope my grandchild doesn't inherit *certain*... undesirable traits."

Alastor chuckled, clearly unfazed by Lucifer's jab. "I'm sure the little one will be a true delight, no matter which traits are passed down."

Lucifer shot one final glare before making a dramatic exit, leaving Alastor standing beside Vaggie and Charlie with that ever-present grin. Charlie sighed in relief but gave Alastor a wary look.

"Thanks for, uh, trying to be nice, Alastor," she said, though her tone was hesitant. She knew the Radio Demon's idea of 'nice' was still unsettling.

"Of course, my dear!" Alastor said cheerfully, giving a bow. "I wouldn't miss the opportunity to be part of such a... significant moment in your lives."

Vaggie narrowed her eyes at Alastor but said nothing, her mind too tired to deal with more of his strange games. Instead, she leaned against Charlie, finding comfort in her presence, her hand still resting on her swollen belly.

Charlie, sensing Vaggie's exhaustion, wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple. "Come on, let's get you off your feet. You've had enough excitement for one day."

As they walked away, Alastor's voice called after them, playful and cryptic as always. "Oh, and do let me know when the little one arrives! I'd love to meet them."

Lucifer watched him, his expression still stormy, before turning his attention back to Vaggie. "I don't trust that man..." he muttered darkly.

"You don't trust anyone, Dad." Charlie pointed out, rolling her eyes as she returned to her work.

Vaggie let out a long sigh, resting her hands on her stomach. "Can we just get through today without any more drama?" she asked, feeling the exhaustion from the confrontation settling in.

Lucifer softened at her words, his posture relaxing slightly. "For you, dear Vaggie, I'll try," he said with a smile, though there was still a glint of mischief in his eyes. "After all, it won't be long now before we meet the little one. I hope you're ready."

Vaggie gave a small, tired smile. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I've got Charlie, so... I'll be fine."

Lucifer chuckled softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That's the spirit."

**To Be Continued...**