Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Kicks

Eight Months Later

"Crowley come here." I said from where I was sitting on the couch. It felt like I had been carrying an entire watermelon in my stomach for the past several months. Crowley appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had taken over my duties in the clan after I got too big to do them. 

"What is it?" He asked with a small smile. A certain change had come over him, a peacefulness it was hard to put my finger on. 

"The baby is kicking." I said, holding out my hand to him. Crowley came to sit beside me, giving me his hand. I placed it over my stomach, where the baby kicked against his palm. 

"It's moving," Crowley said, pulling his hand back with start, "Is it supposed to do that?"

Laughing, I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Yes, babies kick. It's perfectly normal." Crowley gave me a worried look, as if he wasn't sure. 

"Have you thought about any names?" I changed the subject to something that wouldn't freak him out. 

"Not really," He said, unsure, "This is still surreal to me." 

"It is," I agreed, "But I'm sure you'll make an amazing father." I offered him a reassuring smile. 

"What if I drop it or something?"Crowley said, giving me a worried expression. 

"You won't drop the baby." I said, taking his hand, "It'll be okay. This isn't the first time anyone has become a parent. We will survive." I kissed his cheek, chuckling. It was cute when he got flustered like this. 

"Besides," I added with a wry smile, "Hell should be the one panicking about this. After all, there will be a mini Crowley running around very soon."