Supernatural in Real Life 3

Chapter 10

When I wake up, I notice three things. One; it's morning, so Macie slept through the whole night already. Two; Macie isn't wearing any clothes. Three, which is likely related; Macie appears to be at least a year old.
Not wanting to wake the baby/toddler, I pray to Lucifer to come here quietly. Almost immediately, he appears in the room. He gives Macie a curious look.
"She's not wearing any..." He trails off when I point to her clothes lying behind me in a mess of a pile.
"I think she outgrew them last night," I whisper to him.
"Well, that's an issue," Lucifer replies. "What do we do?"
"I don't know if we can do anything," I reply. "I mean, babies grow. She just happens to grow faster than most. We can't change that, so unless you have clothes that can grow with her, I don't think we can do anything."
Lucifer nods in silent agreement. He sits down next to us on the bed. "You know, you haven't mentioned your own issues since Macie was born. Are you still hearing everyone's thoughts?"
I shake my head. "No, actually. I totally forgot about that. I'm back to my old self again. Well, except that I can still see your wings."
"Well, that's good," Lucifer replies, but I can tell something is still bothering him.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing," he replies dismissively.
"It's times like these that I wish I could still hear your thoughts, because I know you're lying."
Lucifer frowns. "Okay, yeah, I was. It's just... If most of your power is gone, the only place it would have gone is Macie. She's a half angel with a god's power. That's a lot for a kid to deal with."
I hadn't thought about that. That really is a lot. Add in the fact that no one knows what to expect from her, and that Heaven is ready to take her out in a heartbeat, and she's got it pretty tough.
"Luckily, she won't be a kid for long," I remind him. "She's already about a year old, and she's only existed for, like, eighteen hours."
"That's not a whole lot better," Lucifer says. "Michael hasn't left. He's waiting for us to slip up once, and to be able to get rid of her."
"And it's more likely she'll mess up young, when she doesn't know what's right and wrong," I add. "Shouldn't we be glad she's growing up fast?"
"No, you know what teenagers are like. No offense. My guess is that's what we'll have to watch out for."
"So, we've basically got to wait 'til she's about twenty until we can finally stop watching her like a hawk."
"Which, at this rate, is probably about three weeks," Lucifer adds.
Wow, she'll be about twenty in three weeks, maybe older. But then...
"How long is she going to live?" I ask nervously. "I mean, she's already a year old. What, are we gonna have about eighty days, until she's an elder and dies of old age?"
Lucifer frowns. "Oh, wow. I never thought of that."
Macie rolls over in my lap. Her back arches, her arms stretching far from her. She yawns, then slowly sits up. Her eyes land on me and she smiles.
"Mama!"
I grin back at her. "Good morning, Macie."
Macie looks over at Lucifer. "Dada!"
Lucifer smiles back as well. "'Morning, sleepyhead."
"Sleepyhead," she repeats, laughing at the word.
"Do you want some new clothes?" Lucifer asks her.
"No!" Macie replies immediately. "No clothes. Clothes tight and bleh."
Lucifer and I both laugh.
"How about a dress?" I ask her. "Dresses are so comfortable!"
"Dress?" Macie repeats, not recognizing the term.
I nod. "Yeah. Lucifer, you should show her what a dress is."
"I don't know what baby dresses look like," he protests.
"Just think of something."
"What do I look like, a clothing designer?" he asks sarcastically.
"Have you never seen a dress before?"
"I've seen them, but it's not like I have a mind palace with an entire closet devoted to them," he replies.
I can't help but smile at the Sherlock reference, whether it was on purpose or not. "Do you know what any dress looks like?" I ask. "Any at all?"
"None that fit with the occasion, which is having no occasion."
"Come on, one dress," I plead.
"Like this one?" Suddenly, the dress I wore to prom appears in his hand. "That's about all I know."
"Woah," Macie says quietly, looking at it in awe.
"How did you remember that?" I ask in surprise. "You saw that once, and that was over a week ago!"
Lucifer shrugs. "I guess I can't forget something that beautiful."
"You really liked that dress?"
"I meant the girl," he replies with a grin. With the snap of his finger, I'm suddenly wearing the dress. I look down at it in surprise.
"Wow, I've got to lose this weight," I laugh. "Babies don't look good on everyone."
"I think you look gorgeous," Lucifer replies, planting a kiss on my forehead.
I blush. "Thanks. But I like leggings more, so can I go back to my other clothes?" Almost as soon as I ask, I'm back in my old clothes; a t-shirt and leggings.
"I want dat!" Macie says.
"You want what?" I ask.
"Dat!" she repeats. "I wanna look pretty like you!"
"You mean this?" Lucifer asks. Suddenly, a miniature version of my prom dress appears in his hand.
Macie nods vigorously. "Yeah! Yeah, dat!"
Lucifer chuckles and hands it to her. She attempts to slide it on over her head, breaking the zipper in the back. She wrestles to get it off, which I help her with and set it down in front of her. She looks at the broken zipper and bursts into tears.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," I assure her. "Daddy will make you a new one, okay?"
She stops crying and nods. "Yeah."
The zipper reattaches itself to the dress, and Macie picks it up again. She tries to slide it over her head again, but I stop her.
"Maybe you should step into it," I suggest.
Macie nods and slides into it. The top falls off almost immediately, due to her slumped posture and the unzipped back. The rest of the dress falls to the bed, and she cries again.
"No, Mace, don't cry," I say quickly. "Put it back on, okay?" When she doesn't move, I do it for her. I zip up the back. "See? All better."
"I don't want it to fall off!" Macie whines through her tears. "I wanna be pretty like you!"
"It won't fall off," I assure her. "I zipped it up, and now it will stay until you unzip it, okay? Now you're even prettier than me!"
"I not prettier than you," she replies. "You prettiest ever."
I can't help but smile at that. Why was I blessed with such a perfect kid? She gives me a hug, and I hug her back without hesitation.
"I love you," I tell her.
"Love you too!" she replies before stepping away and sitting in front of Lucifer and me, her legs spread as wide as her smile.
"Does she need a diaper?" Lucifer asks me. "Or just underwear?"
"I don't think she has to eat, so probably just underwear," I reply. "Macie, sweetheart, are you hungry?"
She shakes her head. "No, Mama! I no eat!"
Lucifer hands her a pair of underwear to put on, which she figures out how to do after a few minutes of not allowing us to correct her. She beams proudly.
"Now I pretty!"
I laugh. "You're always pretty," I reply. It's true. Her short hair is a beautiful blonde color, and her blue eyes look almost unnaturally perfect. She's sort of thin, which probably isn't very healthy for most babies, but there's nothing we can do about it. She doesn't eat; she'll probably just be whatever weight she ends up at.
"I wanna show off dress!" Macie exclaims.
I laugh. "Alright, come on," I say, putting her on the floor so she can walk, which I know she loves to do.
"I sort of want to give her heels to go with that," Lucifer jokes.
"If you want her to fall, sure," I reply.
"I have heels!" She picks up her foot to show us the heel of it, but she can't balance and she falls. She begins to cry, but Lucifer puts two fingers in her forehead immediately, and she's okay again. "I no like heels!"
Lucifer and I laugh.
"I know the feeling," I agree. "Come on, let's go."
We walk down the hallway and into the living room, where Macie strikes an adorable pose, earning applause from everyone else there.
"You look beautiful," Jensen says.
"Runway ready for sure," Ruth adds.
"It's a bit much," Michael observes.
"No, it's perfect!" I protest.
"I'm just saying, it's a bit fancy for-"
"You're just jealous you don't have a dress like this," Lucifer interrupts, smirking.
"No, I'm not," Michael replies. "It's just-"
"Okay, Michael, stop questioning my parenting skills," Lucifer interrupts again. "She looks gorgeous, and that's what we're going with. Okay?"
"Okay, but-"
"No buts," Lucifer interrupts again again.
"Fine."
"Dada, you no like Michael?" Macie asks.
"No, of course I like Michael!" Lucifer tells her. "We're brothers! It's part of the secret sibling contract."
Although the last part was a joke, Macie doesn't laugh. Instead, she asks, "Michael no like me?"
"Michael adores you!" Lucifer answers quickly, with a "don't you dare deny this" look at Michael. "We were just having a friendly brotherly argument, that's all."
"I want brother!" Macie announces.
Lucifer looks over at me, and I shake my head minutely. I love Macie and all, but there's no way I will ever go through that again.
"Maybe later," Lucifer tells her. I don't bother correcting him. It's better than having to explain to Macie that there's no way in Hell I'm ever having another baby, especially with an angel.
"Okay! I bored!"
"What do you want to do?" Lucifer asks her.
"I don't know!"
"Then how are you going to be not bored?"
Macie thinks about this for a moment. "Like dis!" She begins to hover above the ground, eventually rising to the point where it's no longer considered hovering, but flying. She slowly moves around the room, barely traveling but enjoying it anyway.
"Should we tell her to come down now?" I ask Lucifer quietly.
"Nah, let her have her fun," he replies.
"If she falls, it's on you."
"It doesn't look like she's gonna fall."
I have to agree with him. She's just floating around, almost as if she were lying on a surfboard in a pool. She's probably moving about as fast, too. She doesn't seem to be working hard to achieve this enough that falling is an issue.
"Is this normal?" Crowley asks.
"Yep," I reply.
"So she just flies around and... Okay, then."
Macie giggles, appearing to lie on her stomach as she looks down at us. "I not normal! I special!"
I laugh. "Well, you definitely are that," I agree.
Macie giggles as she slowly descends into my arms. I rock her lightly, thankful I was given such a perfect little girl.