She was so precious whilst she slept…My lovely wife…The absolute image of perfection. She had an angel face that didn't make me queasy and the mouth of a pub wench, but she was such a lady…All it took was a little push…
I slid her out from on top of me as I did every other morning, leaving her to sleep. My perfect little succubus…I had heard her stomach grumbling somewhere around three o'clock in the morning. I couldn't fight it. I went downstairs around six to make her some breakfast. I guarantee she'll want to eat something once she wakes up.
"Good morning," Lumi's grandmother sat on the sofa in her living room, enjoying her morning tea.
"Mrs. Olivier," I jumped, "I didn't expect to see you there."
"Rosaline," she said, "No need to be so formal with me, dear. Please. Join me, won't you?"
"Honestly, I came down to make Lumi's breakfast," I declined, "Thank you, though."
"Is she awake already?" Rosaline wondered.
"No," I shook my head, looking through her sad excuse for a pantry. However, she did have a loaf of bread and a basket of muffins. I'm sure Lumi would be perfectly fine with that.
"I don't have much," Rosaline admitted, "It's just me living here. My husband died around the same time as Catherine, Lumi's mother."
"Yes," I sat with her, "I know of her. Such a wonderful woman."
"That she was," she agreed, "And to see her with Lumi was a sight."
"Oh?" Rosaline had piqued my interest. My darling Lumi and my dearest Catherine in the same breath?
"When Lumi was around nine," she told, "It was their first trip back here since they had moved back to England to be with the Winchester side of the family and as much as I wanted her to look like my Stephen, Lumi was the spitting image of her mother. A miniature clone. But a precocious little thing…"
"I can assure you," I chuckled a bit, "She hasn't grown out that. She's still very curious about everything and anything."
"Tell me, Sebastian," Rosaline took a sip from her teacup, "Something feels very odd between you two. You, in particular. Are you alright?"
"Fine," I was quick to answer, "Why?"
"Forgive me if I come off rude," she excused herself, "But you seem a bit paler than normal. Like you've seen a ghost. Or got bad news."
"No," I brushed it off, "I'm perfectly fine."
"Sebastian," Rosaline reprimanded, "I was a psychic for years. There's no fooling these eyes. There's something bothering you…"
I let out a heavy sigh. I could see where Lumi's persistence came from, "You wouldn't understand. Lumi and I aren't exactly the most conventional couple. If certain things were to happen with us, it could be very detrimental for her. And with the way she's been lately, I'm worried that these things have already been set in motion."
"What are these things?" she asked, "I'll do my best to understand."
Rosaline was a psychic? And I thought Lumi said none of her father's family knew much of the paranormal. Yet, her grandmother's a beacon between the living and the dead? I wonder how she'd react if she knew her granddaughter married someone like me…Today was not the day for that talk, so I dismissed it entirely, "Never mind. It's nothing to worry about."
"Alright," she nodded, "Whenever you're done lying to me, you're more than welcome to tell me what the hell is going on with my baby, ok?"
She definitely took after her paternal grandmother. That's for sure. It made me feel a warmth radiating inside, "I will."
"How much longer do you think she'll be asleep?" Rosaline got up and refilled her teacup.
"I've tried waking her before," I recalled, "If I were to do it again, I'm afraid she'd bite me. Or find something heavy to beat me with."
"Sounds like my girl," Rosaline laughed, "Her father would be so proud. So, you're letting her sleep?"
"Oh, yes," I nodded, "I should at least check on her."
I excused myself and went back upstairs. Sure enough, Lumi was still sleeping soundly. Her soft sighs were absolutely mesmerizing…I slid underneath her as she burrowed her face into my ribcage. My hands slid down the curvature of her body. I felt one of her "muscle spasms" in her stomach. And my own dropped to the floor.
A/N: *suspenseful music* I figured I'd throw in a "Through the Demon's Eyes" in this. What the hell? Why not? Look at Sebastian, all worried…He's so cute when he's nervous….