It has been one month since Lucille came home, and She is a month till her due date. She is nervous like any soon-to-be mother would be.

“Hey Asher, how are demons born,” Lucille asked rubbing her stomach.

“Well like most children but with horns, wings, and a tail, but their horns are smaller than mine. Mine are fully grown. Their wings have a thin layer of skin over them. That’s why it’s so painful to take them out. Their tail is small not fully grown like mine. The tail and horns don’t get sharp though until they are about seven or eight.” I explained to her.

Her face was in pure horror.

“So, if the baby is a demon I will have to give birth to a child with nubby horns and a nubby tail.” She asked me in fear

I didn’t want to lie so I nodded. She collapsed onto my lap mumbling under her breath. I held in a laugh.

“How are angels born,” I asked her nudging her.

“A lot easier than demons. We don’t get our halos until we are ten or eleven. Our wings are wrapped around our small bodies and our wings are soft.” She explained with a grumble in her voice.

I smiled at her. She sat up and folded her arms across her chest.

“Hey not my fault I’m a demon,” I told her smiling.

“I know just...my fear of what happened to my mom happening to me, and now knowing I have a chance of giving birth to a baby that has a chance of having stubby horns and a tail is scary,” Lucille explained.

“It’s going to be ok. My mom had me and she lived to have…...Spencer.” I hadn’t said my brother’s name in years.

Lucille put her hands on mine. She tilted my head up so we were eye level. She smiled at me. Her smile told me it’s ok.

Her smile quickly faded though. She tightened her grip on my hand. She put one hand on her stomach

“You ready to become a dad.”