Supernatural in Real Life 3

Chapter 11

Macie grows so fast, I'm surprised it's not visible to the naked eye. By the end of the day, she's grown quite a few inches, causing for frequent clothing changes. By now, she's walking like a pro, though her sentences still need work. I don't bother correcting them, though. They're adorable, and probably still above the typical sentence of people that age.
The next day, Macie wakes me up early by shaking me aggressively. I groan and don't open my eyes.
"Five more minutes," I mutter, a habit I've picked up from school.
"Mama!" Macie says. "Mama, wake up!"
I sigh and open my eyes to find what appears to be a two year old girl. Her blonde hair reaches just below the top of her shoulders, thicker than it was last night. She bounces on the bed energetically.
"What, Macie?" I ask tiredly.
"Not tired!" Macie tells me. "Wanna do something!"
"What time is it?" I ask, though I highly doubt Macie could read the time.
"Uh... I don't know. Where clock?"
"Never mind," I reply, feeling around the floor for my phone. Wow. It's four in the morning. Why am I awake at four in the morning? Ugh, parenting is hard.
"Mama, get up!" Macie repeats.
"Fine," I mutter, sitting up. Wait, when did it get so bright it here? I know I turned off the light. I always do. So what... Oh. "Um, sweetie, where did that come from?" I ask, pointing at the floating orb in the middle of the room. It's glowing brightly, and I quickly avert my eyes before I go blind.
"I made it, Mama!" Macie tells me proudly. "It cool?"
"Uh... Yeah," I reply. Why is there a floating, glowing orb in the middle of the room?
"You no like it?"
"No, I like it," I tell her, "it's just... It's strange, that's all."
"Strange bad?"
"No, I don't think so," I reply. At least, I hope not.
"You want it stop?"
"Um... Yeah, probably," I say.
Suddenly, the light disappears. I get up and turn on the light switch, and Macie reappears in my sight. She climbs down the bed and lands loudly on her feet. She walks over to me easily, and I'm amazed that this is the same girl that couldn't stand up on her own yesterday.
"Find Dada!" Macie says.
"Alright, I'll call Dada," I agree.
"No!" Macie protests. She walks over to the door and reaches for the doorknob, which she can't quite reach. She jumps, her hands touching it but unable to turn it.
"Hold on," I say, picking up a blanket and wrapping it around her naked body before we walk down the hall together. I wouldn't do this on a normal day, but it's still early. No one is going to be awake and in the building except Lucifer.
Or not.
I hear Lucifer talking to someone in the living room. Who would he talk to? He may not hate everyone anymore, but he doesn't really have friends. Then I hear Michael's voice. Oh, that makes sense.
"You know I can't do that," Michael says.
"Yes, you can," Lucifer replies. "Please, Michael."
"No, I really can't," Michael insists.
"Can't or won't?"
"Can't," Michael says. "Mark isn't in Heaven. I doubt he's in Hell, either. It's possible you'll see him soon, seeing as he's likely attached to your vessel."
"He's not in Heaven?" Lucifer repeats. "But you said-"
"I thought he was," Michael interrupts calmly. "But I looked for him, and he isn't. It's possible he's nearby now."
"Wouldn't we see him, though?" Lucifer asks.
"Ghosts can make themselves invisible to angels just as they can make themselves visible to humans," Michael informs him. "He may be listening to everything were saying right now."
"Who?" Macie asks, running in the room. I follow her, my mind still in their conversation. How come the coolest conversations are always the ones I overhear?
"Just a friend," Lucifer replies.
Macie looks off into space, silent for a moment. "Oh, hi!"
"Macie, who are you talking to?" I ask.
Macie points at the air in front of her. "Him!"
"There's no one there," I say.
"Yes, dere is!" Macie protests. "What name?" she asks no one. "Hi, Mark! Mama, dis Mark!"
"Mark?" I repeat in surprise. "Mark's here?"
Macie nods. "Yeah! You know Mark?"
"I know a Mark," I reply. "I don't know if I know this Mark, though."
Macie is silent for a moment before saying, "Mark say you do! Mark say 'Hi!'"
"Hi, Mark," I reply, trying to hide my complete confusion. Why is Mark here? Shouldn't he be in Heaven? Why wouldn't he be in Heaven?
"What is he doing here?" Lucifer asks.
Macie doesn't say anything for a moment, then, "What?" After another pause, she nods and says haltingly, probably relaying words as Mark says them, "He didn't want to go with the... Ripper? Reaper, so he stayed here. Did I do it?" she asks the air, most likely being Mark. "Yay!"
"Why can't I see him?" Lucifer asks.
"Mark say he not good at ghosting," Macie replies, in her own words this time.
"How long have you been here?" Lucifer asks, no longer addressing the translator.
"Mark say whole time. He go anywhere in bunker only."
"When did you meet him?" I ask her.
"Yesterday's yesterday," she replies. She looks in Mark's direction and nods. "Yeah! You no ask."
"So you can see him, but an angel can't?" Michael observes.
"Mark say no dip, Sherlock," Macie tells him. "Who Sherlock? You Michael."
Michael rolls his eyes, clearly not enjoying having to deal with this child.
"It's an expression," Lucifer tells her.
"Oh."
"How can you see him?" Michael asks Macie.
"Wit my eyes!" Macie replies.
"She's a kid, Michael," Lucifer reminds him. "She wouldn't know."
"But-"
"Drop it."
"I don't have to listen to you," Michael replies. "I'm older."
"And I'm the father," Lucifer replies, "so stop interrogating my kid."
"You bicker like an old married couple," I say with a laugh.
"I'd be the wife, cuz I'm always right," Lucifer replies.
"Then I'd be the husband, who's actually right but gives up arguing," Michael adds.
"Mark say he in law that always sides against wife," Macie says.
"Not cool, Mark," Lucifer says, but we're all laughing, except Macie who doesn't understand what we're talking about.
"Then I'm the kid who's sick of it," I say.
Lucifer smirks as he says, "I've heard of a daddy kink, but the mommy kink is new."
"Mark say that too!" Macie says, laughing though she doesn't know what it means.
"Guys, seriously? There are children present!" I remind them.
"Chill, we've still got a few years-or days-until she knows what that means," Lucifer replies.
"That doesn't mean you had to say it!"
"I thought it was a good one," Michael says.
"You're not involved in this," I tell him.
"As the honorary father, I believe I am."
I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand, also known as a facepalm to those that don't know. "Wow."
"Why you father?" Macie asks. "Dat father!" She points at Lucifer.
"Yes, Lucifer is your father, but I'm the metaphorical father," Michael explains.
"Who Lucifer?" Macie asks.
"I am," Lucifer replies. "Yeah, I've got an actual name. So surprising, right?"
Although that was sarcasm, Macie still seems surprised. She looks at me and asks, "You have name too?"
I nod. "Yeah, I do. It's Bailey."
"Bailey?" she repeats. "That weird name!"
I laugh. "I love how Bailey is a weird name to you but Misha isn't."
"Misha cool name!" Macie replies with a smile.
"She's right," Lucifer agrees. "Misha is a cool name."
"So is Bailey," I add. "I refuse to accept otherwise."
"You're almost as stubborn as Lucifer," Michael observes.
"No one's as stubborn as Lucifer," I reply.
"It's a gift," Lucifer adds with a grin.
Suddenly, a figure appears in front of us. I recognize him immediately, though I haven't seen him in over a week. His eyes land on Macie and he grins.
"So it's true, then?" he observes.
"Who you?" Macie asks him.
"I'm Balthazar," he introduces himself.
"Hi, Bafazar!"
"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asks.
"What, no hello for your little bro?" Balthazar asks, mock offended.
Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Hi, Balth. What are you doing here?"
"Much better!" Balthazar replies. "I came to see if the rumors were true. And, apparently, they are. A little Lucifer, huh?" He glances at me before adding, "And you scored pretty high, too."
"What rumors?" Lucifer asks, ignoring the rest of what he said.
"Just that the devil has a kid. Ya know, the usual," he says in a tone that clearly relays the fact that it's not the usual. "So, how'd it happen? Angels can't have kids. How'd you manage it?"
Lucifer shrugs. "It's a Christmas miracle," he replies jokingly. It's only the end of October in this world, due to how long it's taken the author to write these books.
"No, really, I'm curious," Balthazar says.
"No, really, it's an actual miracle," Lucifer tells him. "I don't know how it happened, but it did, and that's that."
"That's a boring story," Balthazar says.
"I'm a boring person," Lucifer replies.
"Dada, you not boring!" Macie tells him.
Lucifer looks down at her with a loving smile as he says, "Thanks, sweetie."
"'Sweetie?'" Balthazar repeats with a laugh. "Watching this, I never would have guessed that you were the actual devil."
"What is devil?" Macie asks Lucifer.
"Nothing," Lucifer replies quickly.
Balthazar laughs again. "Keeping secrets from your kid already?"
Lucifer smacks him on the shoulder in what is probably meant to look light but is clearly a very hard punch. "Drop it."
Balthazar puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine, fine," he says, then adds quietly, "'Dada.'"
Lucifer raises a fist, but with a glance at Macie, he drops it. Instead, he says in a low voice, "I told you to stop."
"Oh, I'm so scared," Balthazar says sarcastically. "Puh-lease. You wouldn't hurt be in front of your precious little girl. She's so innocent, right?" He rolls his eyes.
Lucifer takes a step closer and touches his wing in what looks like a light way, but sends Balthazar to the floor in pain. He glares up at Lucifer, who doesn't seem to care, before standing up again.
"Ow!"
Lucifer shrugs. "You were asking for it."
Balthazar just glares at him in silence.
"Enough," Michael says finally. "Balthazar, if you're done antagonizing, please leave."
Balthazar looks at him as if just realizing he's here. "Shouldn't you be on your throne in Heaven?"
"I'm taking a short break," Michael replies in a very professional way. Michael is usually very professional, and it's sort of weird. This is his family, after all. I'm not, of course, but even Macie technically is. I would have thought he'd drop his guard with them.
"Trouble in paradise?" Balthazar asks. "Or are you watching the kid? Wow, Michael, I never figured you for the babysitting type."
"I'm not 'babysitting,'" Michael protests. "I'm simply observing in case there is an issue that must be taken care of."
"Seriously, Michael, if you kill my kid..." I say in a warning tone.
"That is not my plan, though you could do nothing against me if I did."
"No, but I could," Lucifer reminds him. "So I suggest you listen to her while staying here, or you'll end up a lot worse than Balthazar was."
"Michael, you might want to listen to her," Balthazar agrees. "Well, I've seen the kid. I'm done. See ya later, alligators."
Macie laughs at that as he disappears, leaving the four of us alone. No, five of us. Mark's most likely still here.
"Mama, I cold!" Macie complains, which is funny considering she loves complaining about clothes. 
Lucifer eyes the blanket as he asks me, "Is she wearing anything under... Okay." He smiles down at Macie as he says, "Come on. Daddy will make you something super fun to wear!"
Macie bounces around excitedly before Lucifer and I lead her back to our bedroom to clothe her. It's hard to believe this kid is a couple days old, because she's perfect already.

A/N I had so many awesome lines for Mark to say but the only person that could hear them is Macie. Shemurr :(