So I really liked Chuck in this last season! Even though he was kind of a dick I still got some sort of vibe that he still did care about his kids, especially when he sat down and talked to Lucifer (SO FUNNY!) and healed him when they came face to face! I was kind of disappointed that Mark won't be back to play Lucifer next season (Fingers crossed though, one can still hope!) but am exited that he got work elsewhere too!

All we need is to bring back Mike, Raph, and Gabe and we have a set season! Anyone with me?

Anyways lol sorry for my rambling!

This was inspired by that one scene (Spoilers for those who are not caught up yet!) where him and Rowena are drinking tea at the table and talking about their kids, where she says that although Crowley (Fergus!) was a smart kid he detested wearing pants and Chuck responds with 'Adam and Eve were the same way' which makes me think about all these little scenarios where Chuck is chasing after a little Adam and Eve (or little Angels) with pants/robes in one hand shouting about how 'Clothes are not optional at meal times! Daddy is not playing around! Come on, seriously, put some clothes on!'

And then this little piece of awesomeness was born!


The sounds of a baby crying fills the entire room. A figure on the bed groans out into the night at another hour of lost slumber in having to care for the child. A pale hand grasps the edge of the blankets, pulling them away from their body, feet touch the cool marble floors slowly as he turns to stand out of bed. He rubs at his face as he heaves himself up, walking to the side of the pearl white bassinet.

Inside is a baby boy, eyes with the brightest shade of blue, skin pale but not too much a good peach medium, a head of dark tufts of hair messy by the fit the baby was in. His eyes are bright though, red rimmed at the sobs he had been choking out, tiny fists waving in the air in either anger or fright.

He looks up to meet his Father's eyes clenching his fingers up at the man in the sign that he wants to be held. A smile is his answer, hands reaching down to lift the baby from inside the bassinet pulling him up to cradle in his arms, mindful of his budding wings under the skin of his back, he has no doubts that they will be magnificent.

"What's the matter little warrior? What's wrong?"

The baby gurgles up at him, tiny fingers opening and closing.

"Little Mikey, are you hungry little one?"

Mikey giggles, gurgles more apt, and clenches his fingers once more. Chuck smiles down at the boy, sleep completely forgotten in his enamored state with his first born son. Michael has him wrapped around his tiny fingers and he can't even talk yet. Michael latches onto his offered fingers and promptly places them in his mouth, tiny gums soft against them as he suckles and chews. The man turns, leaving his room and making for the kitchen.

He sets a pot of milk to warm, reaching for the babes bottle. He looks at the counter top for a second and in the next a soft blanket appears covering the cold surface. Chuck places the boy on the soft fabric gently, leaning over him with a gentle smile. The babe smiles a toothless smile up at him, gurgling and speaking in the language of baby's.

He mimic some of the sounds back, grabbing the boys tiny feet and wiggling them eliciting a bout of bright giggles.

"Whose my little lion? Who is it? Is it you Mikey? Are you my little lion?"

The boy gurgles and coos up at him, smiling as he bends, reaching his tiny feet and pulling that into his mouth as well. Chuck smiles fondly, reaching for the warm bottle, testing it on his arm before giving it over, and offers it instead of the tiny foot.

"How about this little one? This will undoubtedly taste much better"

Tiny hands latch onto the sides of the bottle, replacing the foot with it in his mouth, and drinking the milk greedily. He smiles down at him, chuckling at the boy's wide eyes as he suckles away, holding the end of the bottle carefully. He would never in a million eons trade this for anything else. It only takes a few minutes until the bottle is emptied and the baby is pushing it away now that he is finished and his tiny belly is filled.

The Father sets the bottle aside to clean later that morning, leaning on his elbows over the tiny child, smiling when his even tinier hands reach up and smack at his nose.

"You got your snack little one, but what of mine?"

Michael squeaks and giggles, waving his hands around excitedly at the game daddy plays with him every night he wakes up to get more milk. Chuck smiles at the boy, grasping his tiny hands in both of his own, leaning down and pretending to eat the baby's chubby tummy. Michael squeals and giggles at the tickly feeling. His beard only adding to the tickles as he shakes his head lightly.

He moves back once again, still smiling that delighted smile at his childs giggles, knowing he was the reason for them to be present at this moment, shaking the tiny hands still in his grasp.

"That was yummy little one, I might need another nibble"

Michael shrieks and squeals when his daddy bends down and nibbles at his tummy again, kicking him with his tiny feet, the attacks as light as a feather do not affect him in the slightest. Chuck smiles at the sounds and movements, pulling back for good this time and lifting the baby back up off the counter top. Michael coos at him, nuzzling his little head into his chest. He smiles as he turns, humming under his breath a soft lullaby as he walks them both back to the bedroom.

He sets the tiny baby back down into the soft blankets and sheets of the bassinet, rubbing the soft stuffed lion to his cheek until he waves his arms and wraps them tightly around the toys neck, cuddling into it. Caressing his head once he bends to press a gentle kiss to the baby's temple.

"Sleep tight my little angel"

Michael coos, yawns, and promptly falls asleep with one of the soft ears of his soft toy in his mouth. Chuck smiles, covering him with a soft silk sheet. He watches the boy for a moment more before turning towards his own bed. He falls face first into the pillows, burrowing under the sheets, and sighs. His baby is happy.

So he is happy.


Michael had turned one, or the equivalent any way, and Chuck had been so happy. He'd gotten him a small little cake with lions iced on it and a big number '1'. Michael had squealed in excitement, clapping his hands as any child would at discovering the sweet treat in front of him. Daddy had a video camera sitting at the ready as he sang to him his happy birthday song, asking him how old he was and the little angel held up a single chubby digit.

He chuckled when he gave the go ahead for him to eat the cake and the child promptly plowed his face right into the middle of the most icing on the top of the cake. He sat back as he scooped handfuls of cake up with his tiny chubby little hands and stuffed them in his mouth. Chuckling softly as he squealed in excitement around handfuls of cake and icing.

The newly made one year old stuck a small hand out towards his daddy, covered in saliva, cake and icing.

"Dada! Cake!"

Chuck smiled at him adoringly, taking the proffered hand in one of his own, and licking off a small piece of icing.

"Its delicious Michael! Do you like it little lion?"

"'s yummy daddy!"

"I can tell"

Although he doubted that the boy had actually tasted as much as he had managed to smear in his hair and wings and clothes and face. His son had transformed into a cake monster, and when he made the very exclamation he received a squeal for his effort. After a while all the cake was gone, he'd gotten many many pictures, and the boy was merely clapping icing all over himself and his highchair.

He smiled as he removed the little plate that the blue cake had been on, watching as Michael shoved his hands into his mouth and sucked on them. More of him was covered in icing then not. Chuckling, He reached for the little angel, lifting him under the arms out of his high chair.

"I think the birthday boy needs a bath"

Michael giggled, "No daddy!"

"Yes you do"

"No!"

"Oh yes! Do you know who simply loves little angels covered in birthday cake?"

Michael cocked his head to the side, giggling like a little mad man, "Who daddy?"

He lifted his pride above his head, relishing in the giggles he produced as he did, "The tickle monster!"

The baby angel squealed adorably when his daddy buried his face into his cake covered tummy, blowing a huge raspberry right into his belly button. Shrieking when he pulled back to lick playfully at the clumps of icing he had mashed into his belly. Michael giggled as he wrapped his arms around his belly as best he could, giggling when he was pulled back down and daddy pecked playfully at his nose.

"Will you take a bath now little one? Or do I have to call the tickle monster back?"

"Daddy you silly!"

He smiled, assuming that was the best he was going to get from the toddler (Oh Him! His baby boy was a toddler!) and held him against his chest, his back pressed into the crook of his arm watching with wide eyes as daddy cleared the mess away with a mere wave of his hand, spinning on his heel to take them to the bathroom. He set Michael down near his basket of bath toys, smiling when the boy reached for the boats and cars, making sounds as they 'drove' around in the air.

Turning on the water he turned his back for just a second to make sure it was not too cool or too hot, just right. In that mere second there was a thud and a cry of pain, before it was followed by sobs. Chuck spun around fast, his face clouded with worry. Michael had managed to walk himself over to the drawer next to the sink and pulled the little box with his toy animals over the edge and right onto his head.

He reached for the boy, forgetting the icing coat he had on, and pulled him into his lap wrapping him in a cuddle. Michael latched onto his shirt, sobbing his little eyes out whilst rubbing at his no doubt sore head. Chuck shushed him softly, rubbing at his aching head with a gentle hand.

"Are you alright little one? Shh shhh Daddy's got you shhhh...Now you know why daddy always says to ask for things you want"

Michael nodded his head, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his surprisingly clean hand. He sobs had toned down to little whimpers. He cooed at the little angel.

"Someone's sleepy"

That prompted a shake of the head, but being the daddy, Chuck knew when these things were true and when they weren't. He lifted the small robe off the boys body, lifting him next to place him in the warm tub of water. Reaching over he picked up a few of the boats and cars and offered them to the boy in the tub. Head pain forgotten Michael happily took them splashing them down in the water. Thoroughly distracted, he was able to wash the icing from his hair and his body, beginning on his wings.

How he had managed to get icing under all those feathers he had yet to figure out.

It took him all of three hours to get all the icing out of his son's pale blue wings. He reached in further to pull the drain and scooped the birthday boy up from the tub and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, standing up to his full height, holding the boy under the bottom against his stomach. He smiled, wiping at the boys face with an edge of the soft towel. Michael giggled his tiny nose scrunching up at the soft fabric.

"Would you like to sleep with daddy tonight baby boy?"

Another giggle, "I's not a baby any more daddy!"

"No? But you'll always be my little baby boy!"

Michael giggled brightly, throwing his arms around his daddy's neck. Chuck laughed softly jiggling the boy in his arms playfully.

"Cuddles and stories daddy?"

Chuck smiled sweetly ducking down to spy on the boy, poking a finger into his tummy until he giggled again, "I wouldn't want to do anything else little lion"

Michael smiles back at him, nuzzling his nose against his daddy's, before shivering and cuddling closer. Chuck presses a kiss to the child's temple as he turns them in the direction of Michael's room to retrieve his night clothes and stuffed lion toy.

Happy Birthday indeed.


"No buddy, you mustn't color on daddy's papers!"

"No Mikey we don't eat those yet!"

"Michael we don't touch daddy's things"

"No, bad! Put that down!"

Michael squealed in childish anger as he was lifted from the chair, two strong hands under his arms, lifting him away from the table of parts and pieces. Chuck was beyond agitated at this point, angered was a better description. He pulled the little three year from his seat at the work table and carried him over to deposit him in the corner.

The teeny archangel whined at being moved from what he was doing, but he was forced into the corner by a firm hand.

"I have told you time and time again not to touch daddy's things without permission, now your in time out, you will stay with your nose in this corner until you are told otherwise"

Michael stomped his foot, making to turn back around and scurry back to his chair once more, Daddy couldn't be mad at him. A firm swat to his behind stopped him in his tracks and he quickly ducked back into the corner with his bottom lip wobbling.

"I am very serious Michael, you will stay in this corner until I say otherwise"

He heard his daddy turn and the chair creak as he sat down in it. Michael's eyes watered, his lower lip wobbling as he reached back to rub at his sore bottom. Daddy hated him! Daddy didn't want him anymore! He was a bad boy! He stood in that corner forever (but what was really merely two minutes) before he was called over. Daddy turned from his project on the table to look down at him.

Tsking under his breath as he reached down to wipe away the few lone tears that had escaped his eyes.

"Do you know why you were in time out Michael?"

"Cause you don' love me no more?"

"Oh baby boy"

He broke, pulling the boy up into his lap, hugging him in a cuddle.

"I don't hate you little one, I will always love you, no little lion, you were put in the corner because you didn't listen. Daddy tells you these things to protect you because I don't want to see you get hurt, but just because you get put into time out do not think that I no longer love you"

Michael nodded,"I sorry daddy...Love me 'gain?"

Chuck shook his head in fond exasperation, "Of course baby boy, Look, I made you something"

Michael spun in his daddy's lap, his eyes widening comically. Curled up on the table in front of him was a baby feline. It opened its mouth in a yawn, sharp baby teeth sparkled in the sunlight. It's eyes opened and it turned its head around to stare at the mini archangel. Michael squealed in delight, especially when the feline licked at his tiny fingers.

"Its a lion little one, a cub," He pressed a kiss to the side of his head, "Just like you"

"I keep it daddy!"

He chuckled, resting his chin on the boys soft hair, watching with bright eyes as he cuddled the feline close and giggled when it licked at his nose with its soft teeny pink tongue.

"Of course you can little guy, he's my gift to you"


Michael's wings fluttered nervously behind his back as he peered over the side of the cloud. He hugged his arms closer around his chest and shook his head, ducking backwards in fear. Chuck stood below him on another cloud a bit of a ways away from him. He smiled, urging him on with a gentle wave of his hand.

"Come on Dear Heart! You got this! Daddy'll be right here waiting for you!"

He was attempting to teach Michael to fly for the first time but the six year old was having none of it. It had been a hassle to get him out of bed, into his clothes, and out into the field to simply being. Now the tyke was terrified of falling from the sky and his daddy not being quick enough to rescue him before he fell all the way through and would never come back again.

The boy peeked over the side once more, face pale and eyes wide. He whimpered in fear and backed away again. Chuck sighed softly, appearing from his cloud onto his son's with a mere thought. Michael had tears flowing down his little cheeks at the thought of having to jump and at the thought of making daddy disappointed in him. He peered up under long lashes and sniffled. Daddy smiled down at him softly.

"Why don't I stand here and you try and glide yourself over to me?"

Michael nodded, he could do that, Daddy could catch him before he tumbled over the side.

Chuck watched silently, encouragingly, as the boy spread his small wings out feeling for the wind just as he was shown, bent at his knees into a crouched position, and flung his wings up in one mighty beat propelling himself off the ground and up into his daddy's awaiting arms. God laughed merrily as he caught the small angel, words of praise and compliment spilling from in as he spun them around in a full circle. Michael giggled happily all the while.

He had actually done it!

He flew!

Chuck set the boy down on the ground once more, "Now lets try again"

He disappeared for a moment and appeared back in his spot he had started from. Michael peeked over with new found courage, opened his wings, and swan dived over the side. Chuck gasped at him, his very life flashing before his eyes as he watched his son's actions before him. He rushed forward to jump after the little angel, when Michael opened his wings at the last moment and let himself glide through the air on a strong breeze.

Landing safely in his daddy's shocked arms.

"Michael! That was not funny young man! You scared a few good eons off my life!"

Michael giggled at his fretting though and he smiled, jiggling his arm and wiggling a few fingers in the archangels bare side, giving him a reason to laugh, until he shrieked with laughter.

"Oh you think your so funny!", He said through playfully gritted teeth, "I'll give you a reason to laugh little one, trust me! Scare me like that! Why I otta.."

Least to say, Michael quickly learned how to fly rather well after this day.


Baby Michael guys! DAAWWWWW! Who's gonna be next? Three guess's! Last two don't count!

Next Chapter: Another Brother, and Michael learns that having a new baby around is nothing but bad news!