The Devil and I.

A Normal Day.

Making a home with the Devil isn't that hard. It was just like making home with a normal human being. Sometimes he would disappear for a couple of hours and when he returned he was covered in blood or smelt of sulphur. Totally normal. I never asked him where he went and he never told me, it was like a silent agreement we had made. I wasn't sensitive to violence or death but somewhere in my head I just wanted him to be a normal man with a normal job.
We had made a big progression on turning my mother's room into a nursery, everything that belonged to my mother was emptied out and the walls were now bare ready to be painted. We still hadn't decided on the colour but we were slowly moving objects in such a crib and an old rocking chair.
I kept getting letters about scans and I finally decided to go. When I got to the office I explained that I hadn't been to a scan since the first one I had with Doctor Lewis because I had to deal with a family problem, on record it said I was taking care of friends coming off drugs which wasn't true but let them think what they want. Morgan came with me, he had felt his child he now wanted to see it.
"Hello Emily."
"Hello Doctor Lewis, this is Morgan the child's father."
"Hello Morgan, Emily how have you been?"
"It's all been good I'm sorry you haven't really seen me in terms of my pregnancy."
"It's okay Emily, sometimes some mother's don't turn up till the birth, some parents don't believe in scans."
I nodded and Morgan put his hand on my shoulder. The scan was over quickly, when Doctor Lewis asked if we would like to know the gender we looked at each other and nodded. We are having a boy.
A boy.
When we left the office and got into the car Morgan smiled at me and repeated,
"A boy, a boy! We are having a baby boy!"
Moments like this he was human, he wasn't an ancient being who terrified millions just by the mere mention of his true name, he was Morgan a happy father to be. He was excited and his smile reached his eyes and made them sparkle.
At home everything was quiet, Morgan had dropped me off before he went shopping. I sat on the sofa with my eyes closed and my hands on my ever growing stomach. After some time I fell asleep and I had the most horrible dreams.

I woke up in my bed alone. I noticed I no longer had a bump, I panicked and called for Morgan but no one answered. I heard my own voice echo around me. I ran to where I knew my mother's bedroom was but the corridor was unlike the one in my own home. The walls were bleeding and seemed to be getting so narrow I felt like I would be crushed. The next room I came to which I honestly believed would have my child in was dark. The air shifted and felt heavy and I heard Morgan calling for me so I ran towards his voice. When I found Morgan I threw myself in his arms and he stroked my hair,
"It's okay babe."
"Where is the baby? Where is my son?"
He chuckled with such evil I tore myself away, it wasn't Morgan's arms I was in but David's.
"The baby is mine!"

Morgan's concerned face was the first thing I saw when I woke. I was so panicked I grabbed my stomach to make sure he was still there and then I grabbed Morgan's shoulder.
"Oh God."
"What is it Emily?"
"I had a nightmare, a horrid nightmare."
I told him what I had dreamt, he kept his face somewhat blank and when I had finished he hugged me and petted my hair. He didn't say anything. He didn't say anything for a while. We sat on the sofa side by side Morgan staring blankly at the television and I was rubbing my stomach feeling my son move beneath my hands. I cooked dinner so accustomed to the sound of just the tiny voices on the TV screen every noise I made in the kitchen seemed amplified and often made me jump. As I was peeling carrots I cut my hand and before I had time to cuss or even drop the knife Morgan shoved my hand under the tap and then wrapped it in a tea towel.
"How about I finish doing this?"
"Well I guess you got the hint."
I laughed and pointed to my bleeding hand.
"Loud and clear dear Emily."
"I never did ask you, what did you go shopping for?"
"I'll show you after dinner okay?"
I nodded and tried to locate some plasters I kept in one of the draws. After I had a plaster over the cut Morgan turned to me looked at my hand then into my eyes and pointed the knife at me,
"I'll peel, you sit down and chop."
Again in this moment Morgan felt like a normal human. I hated thinking like that whenever these moments happened because he will never be a normal human, our son will not be a normal child, I will never have a normal life again; yet I craved the simplicity of it all. I shook those thoughts out of my head and started chopping the carrots I had already peeled and putting them into a saucepan. The nightmare by the time myself and Morgan got into bed was long forgotten, by me anyway.