Pardon The Way That I Stare

Soooooooo...

As everyone gathered around the long dining table, the smell of Alastor's jambalaya filled the room, setting the perfect mood for another cozy night at the hotel. Charlie was already buzzing with excitement, sitting next to Vaggie with a wide grin plastered on her face. The others—Husk, Angel, Niffty, and Lucifer—chatted about the day's events, while Alastor proudly served his dish to everyone.

Once everyone had their plates and the casual dinner conversation settled, Charlie couldn't contain herself any longer. She had noticed the way Lucifer and Alastor had been exchanging glances, the subtle touches, and how comfortable they seemed with each other. Curiosity finally got the better of her, and she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"So," Charlie said, drawing out the word, looking directly at Lucifer and Alastor. "Are you two... together now?"

At her question, the room quieted, all eyes suddenly on the two of them. Lucifer, mid-bite, froze, blinking at Charlie as if trying to process the question. He glanced at Alastor, who had paused as well, staring back at Lucifer with a hint of amusement mixed with surprise. A silent conversation passed between them in that brief moment, the question hanging in the air.

Alastor, ever the one to break the silence, cleared his throat. "Well, I... think so," he said, his usual smooth voice a little more tentative but still laced with confidence.

Lucifer nodded slowly, meeting Charlie's eager gaze. "Yes," he added, his voice softer than usual but firm. "We are."

A moment passed as Charlie's eyes widened, taking in the confirmation. Then, like a spark igniting a fire, she nearly exploded with excitement. "Oh my gosh!" she squealed, hands clasped together as her entire body practically vibrated with joy. "You two are so adorable!"

The sudden outburst caught the attention of everyone else at the table. Vaggie chuckled, shaking her head at Charlie's enthusiasm, while Husk raised an eyebrow, giving a smirk. Angel, on the other hand, made no attempt to hide his amusement, leaning in with a mischievous grin.

"Well, well, well," Angel teased. "Look at you two, all cute and cozy."

Lucifer, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, tried to compose himself, but Alastor was already reaching out. With a casual, almost practiced grace, Alastor took Lucifer's hand under the table, their fingers intertwining naturally. Lucifer glanced down at their joined hands, his heart skipping a beat at the simple yet intimate gesture.

"Adorable, huh?" Lucifer muttered, half to Charlie, half to himself, as he squeezed Alastor's hand gently.

Charlie practically melted at the sight, holding her hands over her chest as if the cuteness was physically overwhelming her. "Yes! You two are perfect together. I mean, just look at you!"

Alastor chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with affection as he glanced at Lucifer, his usual smirk softened. "Well, dear," he said, his voice smooth as ever, "I suppose we make quite the charming pair."

Lucifer, feeling the warmth of Alastor's hand in his, couldn't help but smile. "I guess we do."

The table buzzed with laughter and playful remarks, but Charlie's joy was the most infectious. She was practically bouncing in her seat, thrilled beyond words that her father had found happiness with someone like Alastor. As the two men held hands openly at the table, the mood remained light, and the evening continued in its usual lively fashion, but with an added layer of closeness between Lucifer and Alastor.

And throughout the night, Charlie couldn't stop smiling, glancing over at them like they were the cutest couple she'd ever seen.