Our Little Angel(UNEXPECTED FUTURE CONTINUATION)

Changes

Our Little Angel Chpt. 5

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF DEVIL MAY CRY OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT CAPCOM OWNS! IF YOU DON'T LIKE BOY X BOY OR HOT GUY MAN SEX OR CAN'T TOLERATE THE LANGUAGE USED IN THIS STORY THEN GO SOMEWHERE THAT'S NOT HERE!

Description: After Unexpected Future, Angel is finally born and Dante and Nero are finally parents. As they go through the hard times of raising a child while there are good things that come from it as well. Boy x Boy, DantexNero, Yaoi.

Finally, it's the weekend. Dante, Angel and I can actually go out and do something for a change for Angel's birthday. She turns 7 today, it's also been 4 years since Dante's brother, Vergil came to threaten me and Angel.

I hope he doesn't return because I will kill him. I will not hesitate to rip him apart limb from limb if he even tries to show his twin-ly self around here again.

Dante passes by me and slaps my ass. I gasp and immediately backhand slap his arm with my devil arm. "Dante I swear to fucking god stop. DO you want to sleep on the couch tonight?" He just pouts and slumps over to his desk as Angel bounds down the stairs.

"Mommy! I drew you something!" She hands me a piece of paper with a drawing. What she drew makes my eye grow wide. No... It's a drawing of Vergil stabbing what looks like me in the stomach.

"Sweetheart... w-what is this?" She just smiles and points to the man. "That's Uncle Vergil. He's been showing up at night when I sleep, telling me stuff." I look over at Dante in horror.

"Hold on sweetheart, your daddy and I need to go into the other room to talk about something important. Go grab some cookies off the counter in the kitchen, don't forget to use a napkin." Her eyes beamed at the mention of cookies and she practically throws herself into the kitchen.

"So, I'm 'daddy' now? Why don't you call me that in bed?" His face is just begging for me to punch it. My face heats up and I slap him.

"Now is not the time for jokes, old man, this is serious. What if Vergil is trying to get into Angel's head somehow? Some form of...telekentic voodoo?" He just raises a brow and shakes his head. "I don't know honestly... it's possible. I could call around to see if anyone would be able to check on Angel and see if anything is going on." I sigh in relief at the thought of someone qualified...well...hopefully qualified in whatever Dante's standards are in 'professional care'.

Dante and I walk into the kitchen and see Angel sitting on the counter with the cookie plate in her lap nearly devouring the towering plate right there in a matter of seconds.

We just shake our heads at her and I pull her off the counter and sit her down in a chair at the table. I set down the plate in front of her, grabbing a napkin and wiping her face. I walk to the fridge and grab the milk with a glass in my other hand. The smooth white liquid pours into the cylindrical glass and I set it in front of her.

"There you go sweety, use this napkin please." She nods and dunks a cookie in the milk to soften it up and absorb the milk.

"Why don't you treat me that nice? Call me sweety, kid." My face turns sour and I slap him upside the head. "I'm not calling you sweety, OLD MAN." He just shrugs and kisses my cheek with a smirk before walking back into the office to undoubtedly read another garbage fashion mag and complain about the abysmal prices of clothes.

I feel my stomach churn. Oh jeez, I'm gonna hurl... I run upstairs to the bathroom and chuck up my insides into the toilet. Ugh... I haven't felt this bad since I was pregnant with Angel. I never throw up, am I sick?

I just shrug it off and walk back down into the office. Dante gives me a concerned look. "What marathon did you need to run all of a sudden you shot up the stairs like a rocket." He chuckles and I roll my eyes. Typical dumb humor.