Supernatural Preferences

Family Sunday Mornings - Gabriel, Lucifer, Balthazar

*Rough Translation: My baby

Gabriel
Sunday mornings were usually eventful. This particular one included a soccer game. Your son Josh was in a soccer team and they had a very important soccer game. Josh wouldn't stop talking about it. "Pops, if we win this, we'll make it to the finals. The finals," he said as he ate his breakfast.

"Oh, yes, pops, the finals," your other eight year old son, Bryan, mocked.

"Shut up," Josh said.

Bryan rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast. Gabriel took this silence to plan the party. "Alrighty, after you win, because you will, would you like to go out for pizza or ice cream?"

"Pizza, duh," Josh said.

Gabriel feigned disappointment. "My own child. Not choosing the sweet. What has life come to?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a twat sometimes," you said and then covered your mouth. You didn't mean to cuss, it just slipped.

"What's a twat?" Bryan asked.

Gabriel smiled and looked at you. You glared at him and panicked. "It's a very funny person," you lied.

"Oh," the boys said in unison.

Gabriel got up to put the milk away and kissed your cheek. "Nice save," he whispered to you ear before putting the milk away. You smiled and started to clear the table.

At the soccer game, you, Gabriel, and Byran sat on the bleachers. The score was 2-3 with Josh's team losing. "They're losing and they still don't let him play," you noted angrily. Josh sat on the bench, watching his team mates play.

"Yeah, cause they wanna win," said Bryan and then he burst out laughing by himself. You and Gabriel just gave him a coldish look. "Sheesh, tough crowd."

With only a minute left of the game, they finally put Josh in. The scores were tied. Things started to get heated as Josh stole the ball and made his way to the goal. With only five seconds on the clock, he scored the winning point.

You and Gabriel both jumped up in excitement. Even Bryan cheered for his brother. You kissed Gabriel in the heat of the moment and turned to the lady you was staring at you in a puzzled manner. "That's my son," you said proudly.

Afterwards, you all went to a pizzeria. "I'm so proud of you," you said to Josh.

"We all are," Gabriel said, giving Bryan a little nudge.

"You might've scored the winning point, but you aren't scoring any ladies tonight," Bryan said.

"Bryan," you scolded.

"What? I got that one from pop," Bryan defended himself.

You gave Gabriel a glare and he said, "What? Me? He couldn't've. That's- It slipped like the twat thing."

"I'm a twat, aren't I, ma?" Bryan asked happily.

You sighed deeply and held back a smile. You patted his cheeks and said, "You sure are."

Thus, the morning was spent eating pizza while Bryan tried to make jokes and Gabriel gave him tips on how to make them better. You and Bryan just watched and laughed along. A normal morning, really.

Lucifer
Lucifer woke you up to show you the two four wheeled motorcycles he bought for your family. You admired them before Lucifer asked, "Can we use them today?"

"Is it safe for the kids?"

"Probably."

"Lucifer."