Overloading Intake Of RadioDust

What He Thinks.

Part 2! Okay here we go! Mentions of Mpreg, and y'all know who it is... Also, sorry about the late update! Got a bone to pick with my data but now that everything's all saddled up we're good to go!

Angel Dust didn't want to meet his ex-husband. He didn't want to look at him in the eye, he didn't want to make any close contact with him, he didn't want to talk to him, he didn't want to start SHIT with him, and he doesn't want to ADMIT that his fucking none existing heart is still beating for him. Because it wasn't. And it never did. Never in his whole life. In fact, he never even thought about him during those years they were apart. Never in the showers, never in his bed, neither were one of those days where he would binge eat and watch White Chicks every DAMN time he had a mental breakdown. Angel can be dependant. He didn't need another man to drag him down, HE'S THE BOSS OF HIS OWN LIFE SO FRANKLY HE DIDN'T NEED ANYONE TELLING WHAT TO DO.

The front door swung open just as he rung the doorbell, and stood there clad in all... Black? Was Alastor himself. Although, Angel could see that this demon isn't having one of those malicious days where he'd mercilessly mock others for fun and play the ignorant man at a death march (idk what a death march is I'm just assuming that it's one of those extermination thing where even demons would participate in the kill). Angel could see that this demon before him looks even more dead in the outside then he sounded from the inside. His smile looked faked, his eyes looked tired, his cheeks are sunken, and he looked like a man who had been starving for days. Somehow the image didn't sit well in Angel's stomach, feeling the acid burn beginning to rise to his throat.

Alastor didn't greet him nor moved from the door, he just stood there looking at him dead in the eyes and that alone already made Angel's skin crawl. But being the person who doesn't back down from a challenge, stares back at him with an equally leveled look. Both emotionless and tepid. The ambience around them suddenly grew heavier and tense at every passing second, Angel wanted to shift his legs but he didn't want to make it obvious that he looked uncomfortable. It wasn't long until there was a loud cough behind him that made Angel broke the contact to look down at his ten year old son, who stood awkwardly beside him with a forced smile. "Father, we're home!" Alastor's dull red eyes flickered momentarily to the boy, then back at Angel. His lips pressed into a thin line as if words were threatening to spill, conflict flashed in his eyes but before Angel could decipher the emotion Alastor stiffly moved aside to let them both in.

Wordlessly, they moved pass the threshold and into the living room. Alastor never had problem with money, knowing him he probably threatened his dealers to gain free access on half of the furnitures, so Angel wasn't exactly shocked to find his house well furnished like it was in the 90s movie. Everything was grey and white, old and ancient, dull but fancy in a way. It was so Alastor.

Halo was growing restless in his hold, she began to squirm and struggle in his arms trying to break free. Boy, he forgot how adventurous his daughter is whenever they went somewhere new. Halo was so energized, she looked like she could run a good lap around the house. Soon, Halo's legs begins to join in as well in the wiggling party. She kicks the air with so much force that she almost slipped from his arms and Angel had to keep his arms securely tight, but not too tight so that he wouldn't suffocate the child. Alastor's eyes lowered to the child in his arms, silently analysing her from top ears to bottom socks. Angel noticed this and followed his gaze downwards to Halo, who continued to struggle with all of her tiny strength. It was like holding a naughty kitten down who refused to submit.

He looked back up at the radio demon, then back to Halo. There was a moment where he began to hesitate, should he let the other hold her? And he states, Alastor was her father. Wouldn't it be cruel to let him miss out all the of this? This is the only one time opportunity that Alastor will ever get before Angel leaves and never returns for good. He wasn't sure whether he was doing a right thing or not but It was worth a try. He took one step forward, but the gap was still far great in Angelo's opinion, and held her out to him. Alastor blinked in surprise, looking up at the other but Angel had already found interest on the floor next to his heel. Alastor stared at him, trying to find for any signs of mock or trickery in the Arachnid's eyes, but all he found was the genuine look of meek in his mismatched eyes.

Angel was lucky that his ability to hide colors at will was deemed useful, especially at moments like this. He didn't dare look him in the eyes, not when he knows that those eyes would never again look at him like how they did before. Alastor slowly reached out to take the child in his arms carefully, making sure that she's positioned comfortably against his chest. Halo immediately stopped to stare up at the stranger's face curiously, her little ears twitching with interest.

Her line of sights were then taken over by something even more interesting and instantly she reached for it. Alastor winced when the child tugged a good handful of his hair, painfully. But he didn't scold her for it. Instead, his smile suddenly looked so fond and sincere that Angel literally wanted to melt on the floor. Angelo watched silently and felt a little bit excited at the small interaction. It wasn't much, but it was enough to spark something in his father's eyes. Something that he missed seeing a long time ago.

"Father, do I have your permission to cook lunch?" Angel's eyes widen and quickly he pulled the boy close to slap a hand over his mouth. Angelo's yelp muffled by the hand. Angel knew that his son was TERRIBLE in cooking, but he didn't want to say that out aloud. Although, judging by the pointed look his son was giving him he could already tell that the message was sent. "I'll cook. You and Alastor could-" Angel looked up at the two and felt his breath hitch, he couldn't tell whether those eyes were looking at him with appreciation or hope. He's read his ex-husband's eyes far too many times and he knew what the answer was, but Angel was too stubborn to accept it. He was certain that this was normal, this was just one of the phases where Alastor would probably ponder on when would Angel finally leave and never return in front of his front porch ever again for the rest of eternity.

Honestly, at this point Alastor looked far more pitiable than he was.

"You and Al-" Angel paused, was it weird to call him by his name in front of the kids? Probably not? Because... Alastor's their father so technically he should call him "father", right? It's been years since they last talk and yesterday lead him to a no-other-valid-choice route. He is allowed to call him that... Father? I mean yeah, Angelo's THEIR son and no one else's. He FUCKING came from HIS womb. No bitch, other than himself, was the one who had to endure the whole laboring process. If someone dares claim that Angel wasn't the one who almost broke the doctor's nose during the whole series of breathing and pushing, then that someone better be prepared to kiss their nose good-bye.

Angel shook his head at the thought, this isn't the time to be feeling dumb
and worried about some stupid label, "you and your father should go sit. I'll do the cooking." He held back his tongue of emphasis at the word "father".

"But I don't like spaghetti. Their soggy and ugh..."

"I didn't say anything about pasta, kid."

"You always cooked pasta when I was five. Why would there be any different?"

"I gave you meat yesterday!"

"Yeah, pooling in salsa sauce."

"Kid, you never seem to appreciate anything I cook."

"I want waffles!"

"Waffles for l-?" Angel stiffened, he didn't why but somehow warmth has taken over his chest. It felt so familiar and easy to be going in and out of their conversation (somehow my brain is too easy to pick up something so dirty and that text somehow just triggered it), it left a nostalgic feeling from years ago where they would also have constant bickers like this every day and night just simply expressing the things they find unpleasant and unfair. It suddenly made him feel lighter, like the decision to come here in the first place almost sounded like a good idea.

Angelo saw how quiet and blank faced his dad suddenly turned that he pursed his lips shut, internally slapping himself for saying such things. He must've offended him, it was the only reason why he's suddenly so quiet. He quickly tugged on his father's tailcoat and slipped his other hand in his dad's lower ones then pulled them both towards the kitchen, "spaghetti's fine, I guess. Now come on! I'm starving!"

There's gonna be a Part 3 I promise! I'm just having a little bit trouble with my writing. It takes most of my energy when I write so that's why it's hard for me too keep track of... Basically everything in my life! But yeah I hope you like this!

- TripleBOut!