His Demoness Princess (MEGA HIATUS)

Chapter 4

The next day after Luciano got back had flew by quickly and it was now Saturday, Quinn's eighteenth birthday. His birthday was technically at 1 P.M since that's the time he was born.

Luciano realised the fault in her plan to be with him all day and switched out with Micah, who took him out bowling and other places. "Thanks, Micah, I owe you one!" Luci said to him and he shook his head "I'm just glad you got a second chance after what happened with the slut... Mum surely did a good thing" Micah said softly, she winced and nodded. Nudging him gently then walking to the kitchen to help Quinn's mother, sister and cousins set up the decorations.

"Thank you, Luci, for wanting to make the cake" Quinn's mother, Aria said smiling at Luciano. "It's no problem Mrs Winceton, Quinn just deserves to be happy" Luciano sighed.

"You like my son!"

Luciano dropped the streamers she was toying with then quickly picked them up, looking at Aria with a flustered expression "I-I...y-yeah I do. But its probably impossible, I mean he's going to find his mate sooner or later." Luci said, well aware she was his mate but acting as if he wasn't for the element of the surprise.

"I just hope he's not of those, you know, those," Ouma said, earning a glare from his mother.

"My baby boy is not some pervert, and I won't have any of that talk in this house." Mrs Winceton's stare was enough to shut her daughter up, and rightfully so. "He doesn't like other species though, especially d-" Aria covered Ouma's mouth with a stern expression. Luciano ignored their banter, knowing that Quinn is mated to her, but if he did like other males, she'd love him just as much. Hearing that his own family would disown him had that been the case nearly made her blood boil. What's so wrong with that as long as he's happy? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Mumbling to herself, Luciano continued decorating the walls with the blue-green streamers, letting her mind wander and explore. She had to leave soon and start Quinn's cake. Hopefully she'd gotten all the ingredients she needed because a detour to the store took time away that she didn't have. Her spoons and bowls should be cleaned; if they weren't, she'd have to make do with a soapy cake. Caught up in own cloud of thought, she barely registered the voice calling out to her.

"You sure are absent-minded, aren't you?" Clara, one of Quinn's many cousins giggled good-naturedly, pointing to streamers. "I was trying to tell you that you used too much." Sure enough, the streamers formed a bulge in the corner of the wall, the crinkling somehow less annoying than Clara. "Your thoughts must have been far if you managed to fail at putting up streamers," Clara laughed once again.

"I'll get to it. Thanks." Luciano had expected Clara to leave, but the girl hovered nearby, smiling up at Luci innocently whenever she glance at her over her shoulder. "Do you need something?"

She shook her head, motioning for Luciano to continue her chore. Needless to say, it was awkward having someone watch her with that unblinking stare and that seemingly permanent smile. If she wanted something from Luci she should say so dammit! "Say, Luci?" She inclined her head, motioning for the girl to go on. "How long have you and Quinn known each other?"

"Three years." She raised an eyebrow, getting increasingly suspicious of the sudden question. Why?"

"No reason." And the silence returned. Luciano returned to her task, grumbling to herself whenever she caught Clara's silly smile in the corner of her eye. "Say, Luci?" Reluctantly, Luciano acknowledged her with a nod. "You're making the cake, right?" She nodded.

"Why?"

"No reason." Again, a silence returned to the pair, and slowly, ever-so-slowly, Luciano wanted to punch her smiling face more and more. Seriously, this girl needed to go away. "Say, Luci?" Right then and there, Luci had to restrain herself from attacking the annoying teen. Through gritted teeth she let out a terse grunt, a warning which the teen ignored. "You messed up again." Luciano didn't bother looking, and forcefully shoved the remaining streamers into the girl's hands.

"I better get to work on that cake. Take care of this, will you?" She didn't wait for a reply, storming out of the house without so much as a glance at the stumbling teen. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to see her until the party, but even then she'll have to remember to keep her nerves under control. "Do it for Quinn," she whispered to herself as she slid into the driver's seat of her car. "Do it for him."

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Luciano sighed as she watched the oven's timer, getting increasingly nervous as the time counted down. She had to make a four-tier cake, and yet cake number three was still baking. She hadn't even began to lather the other cakes in buttercream icing, and the cookie toppers were beginning to attract unwanted pest into the kitchen. She was beyond tempted to yank the third cake out of the oven, uncooked or not, and get the fourth in the oven, but she wasn't about to give her mate a bellyache. If she was lucky enough, she'd be able to have a shower and brush her hair, but that would take too much time.

"Quinn, you adorable bastard, I might not get a bath because of you!" She groaned, eyes constantly glancing from the timer to the oven and back. She had exactly forty minutes before the cake was done, and she was really running out of time. Muttering, she got to work on lathering in finished buttermilk, her anxieties growing the more she glanced at the timer. The work was sloppy, but it was finished, and with one last glance at the timer, she dashed for the bathroom, starting the shower while simultaneously undressing herself.

The feeling of water beating down on her could not be fully enjoyed since her mind was preoccupied with the cake. Thirty minutes at most was left, and she still had another layer to bake, not to mention how long it'd take to get back to the house. "Time, work with me here!" Her words fell on non-existent ears as she raced back into the kitchen, relief pooling into her when she heard the high-pitched ring. "Quinn, I'm sorry, but you might have to get three tiers instead of four."

Her hands worked quickly, dressing the cakes and stacking them, shaving off any extra while contemplating the fourth cake. She had fifteen minutes left, and unless she put the oven on 'hell mode', that cake wasn't going to be finished in time. She sighing, shoving the remaining utensils into the nearby sink, one hand on the cakes at all times. Her eyes caught blinking on the microwave, and her eyes nearly shot out of their sockets. "Shit! I only have ten minutes!" With newfound energy, she spread the icing on the cake, setting the oreos with as much accuracy as a one-armed archer. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

She was sure she didn't grab her purse, and so she got inside car dressing in a towel and with a cake in her front seat. She have to dress herself in her car, but she'd worry about that when she arrived to the house. "I'm coming, Quinn!" She floored the pedal, unbothered by the stares from the concerned bystanders. It was her mate's birthday goddammit, and she wasn't going to be late.